September Rain

The heat of summer past,
days slide toward the equinox
in their quest for repose,
lingering between birthdays
in the dull September rain 
before giving fanfare 
in a splash of red,  yellow 
and orange,
as Maple, Birch, and Ash
burst forth their lollipop display
across the hills.

Birds school together
to chorus a fond farewell
accented by the call of geese
winging across the sky
heralding the summer’s end,
and Autumn kisses 
September goodbye
on the wind.



september 2007
Janet Reid







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