My memory is awakened to the season of the year that brings anticipation of what is yet to come, at the same time-regrets….that summer is over for another year!
The gardens glow of brittle bronze ..
While purple leaves bog shores of ponds….
The holly hocks bend sadly down, neath swaying trees vermillion crowned …
The grassy field once waved in jade,
Now dances golden sun arrayed.
The watching forest standing by, reflect great rainbows to the sky.
Enjoy your September!
copyright @ 1980 Margaret Marie