It is hard to believe that September is as sweet as its name,
Except when, you see those maples trees turn in shade; red, yellow and a dusty strain.
I walked under those trees one September, marveling at autumn, the breeze just a tad chilly, but,
never did it bother me.
I was from the tropics, while it was autumn where I stood, under those maple trees, in a land which was not weathered as tropical but continent – cold, snowy, freezing, just as winter.
Would I stay till winter claimed? Not I, my thoughts raced to another climate, perhaps that of the temperate breed.
Sweet September of those maple trees,
In you I have found the glory of colored leaves,
I stand amongst the beauty,
Of a windblown autumn, where sometimes the sun streams,
And sometimes it drizzles, wetting those charmed trees.
Have a great month ahead everyone. May it be the sweetest September you have experienced!
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