*Illustration reference: Dobrila Vignjevic
Nothing feels more like a bummer
Than when you sense the end of summer
Sunrise comes a wee bit later
You have to don a mid-day sweater
You notice evening sun comes early
Which makes you cling to summer dearly!
The trees still green but that will change
Though farm-fresh produce has more range
The fruit that needed bit more time
Now bursts with flavours so sublime
We must get done all we can do
For golden rays and skies of blue
Cannot ignore cool Autumn’s call
To drape themselves in folds of Fall
And months of dog days evanesce
Along with short-sleeved summer dress
But that is how the seasons go
It’s time to harvest that which grows
And thrives in closeness of the sun
But still knows when this stage is done
Yet as it fades, I will remember
My favourite month is still September!
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