TEARS OF SEPTEMBER
by Nancy Ellen Crossland
September weeps;
Its tears fall now
On August's leaves
Curled in cocoons
Brown, dry
Spent from summer's heat
Blistered memories
They rest in heaps
September weeps;
Though not in loss
Of season
For the golden days await
Explosion of autumn!
A cornucopia of hues
Scarlet, russet, orange
Gold;
Tears of joy in welcoming
Such beauty to behold
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