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A Tribute to all that is September |
| Signs of September Umber, Red and golden leaflets fall so gently from the trees, announcing that September has arrived unto the breeze. There's the crunch of little child-size feet through crispy leaves piled high. There's no biting cold, nor excess heat 'though warm wool sweaters are standing by. There are harried parents watching with glee as their scholars head back to school No more lazing dreamyily and splashing in the neighbours pool. Like clockwork the seasons subtly shift with signs of Autumn all around. September, a fresh and treasured gift whose dew-sweet mornings soon abound. © 2004 - Clifton J. Lewis |