September

by Remmi   Feb 18, 2007


Colors all around.
Sitting on a swing set at the park and watching nature do its job.
Fall.
Orange, yellow, red, and brown leaves fall lightly all around.
The sun is heating the Earth at just the right temperature.
A cool breeze is pulling at your hair.
This is what I love. I could sit in that one spot for hours, for all eternity.
But I mustn't.
October is dawning and days are already getting shorter.
Until next year.
September.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Hatori

    Brilliant poem, you are indeed a gifted poet. Keep up the good work!!