September Embers.

September ends on a fine note





the giggling of children





like tinkling eighth notes,





carries across the crisp crackle of leaves,





as they patter onto buses for school.





The geese above wail their farewell dirges


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Leaves dance in spiraling pirouettes





on their swan songs to the ground.





The sky above spreads its perfect blues





with nothing to cloud its resonance.





October will make a grand entrance





stepping out through the patchwork





curtain that September has lowered over the earth





Its breathtaking pageantry will cause all to whistle





a haunting tune as pumpkins grow scorched





from the waxing and waning of this season.





November will perform the final act,





in pure white pages of unfinished song





that will bring a muffled softness,





a lullaby to the earth below




as it begins its long winter nap.





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