09/06/2024
**September Blossoms**
As summer sighs its gentle fade,
September whispers through the glade,
With softer light and golden hues,
A mellow warmth in morning dews.
The flowers sway in autumn’s breeze,
A final dance beneath the trees,
Bright marigolds in russet shades,
And asters bloom in quiet glades.
Chrysanthemums with colors bold,
Burst forth in yellows, reds, and gold,
They nod their heads in soft sunlight,
A vivid glow, a sweet delight.
Hydrangeas, in their fading blue,
Hold whispers of the skies they knew,
While dahlias stand with regal grace,
September’s crown, a warm embrace.
Among the blooms of every kind,
A hint of change is close behind,
For in their beauty, we can see,
The fleeting dance of all that’s free.
Oh, September, with your flowers bright,
You bridge the gap of day to night,
With every petal, every vine,
You speak of endings, soft, benign.
Yet in your blooms, a hope we find,
A gentle ease, a peace of mind,
For even as the seasons wend,
September's flowers never end.