The leaves begin to turn, a golden hue,
As September whispers softly through the trees,
The air is crisp, the sky a deeper blue,
Nature’s beauty puts the soul at ease.

The days grow shorter, nights a bit more cold,
Yet warmth lingers in the fading light,
A gentle reminder of stories told,
By the glowing embers in the night.

September’s song, a melody so sweet,
Echoes through the valleys and the hills,
Its gentle rhythm guides our wandering feet,
As it softly soothes and gently thrills.

In this month of quiet transformation,
We find a peaceful, tender reflection,
Embracing change with calm anticipation,
Holding close September’s sweet affection.