Ode to September

quiet
cool nights
beauty in motion
month sister was born
days get shorter
almost over
gone

I remember September and love her cool nights.
It is over too soon and I'll miss the daylight.
As winter gets closer and warmth goes to sleep,
We'll be buried in snow that can get quite deep.

The sky is so blue during September's days.
Tree leaves begin turning and there's a light morning haze.
The dog days of summer are gone for a year.
And store's turn attention to Christmas that's near.

If spring is my favorite then September is second.
A walk in the park can feel close to heaven.
She comes in quick and is gone too soon.
September's beauty is seen in the sweet harvest moon.