In September’s gentle embrace,
Leaves dance to autumn’s song,
Whispers of cooler days trace
The path where memories belong.

Golden hues paint the sky,
As the sun sets with grace,
Dreams of summer slowly fly,
Leaving warmth in every place.

The crisp air tells tales untold,
Of harvests and cozy nights,
Stories of change unfold,
In the soft, fading lights.

September’s whisper calls us near,
To gather in its tender glow,
Where every moment is dear,
And time moves gentle and slow.