September,
heralds in the fall
Ever to
delight us all
Pears and
apples from the trees
Tastes, that
guarantee to please
Evening primrose scent
the air
Midst dahlia
blooms that are so fair
Before the frosts of
Winter come
Ending Summers long,
long run
Rejoice in golden
Autumn sun.
Soon the gold of Autumn
fades
Old season goes, a new
invades
Now it's cooler, nights
seem long
Goodbye, adieu,
September song!
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