In September’s whispering winds, we find
The golden leaves that dance and twirl,
A fleeting moment, a gentle bind,
As autumn’s tapestry unfurls.

The sun dips low in amber skies,
Casting shadows long and deep,
A tranquil hush, where silence lies,
And nature’s secrets softly keep.

The crisp air holds a promise near,
Of harvest moons and starry nights,
A time to pause, to hold what’s dear,
In the season’s gentle lights.

September’s grace, a fleeting kiss,
Upon the earth, a soft embrace,
A moment’s breath in autumn’s bliss,
A cherished time, a sacred space.