The gentle breeze of September sighs,
Carrying whispers of the changing leaves.
Golden hues dance beneath the skies,
In a world where summer softly grieves.

The days grow shorter, yet the light remains,
A softer glow that warms the fading green.
In fields and forests, nature’s gentle claims,
Mark the beauty of this in-between.

September calls with a quiet grace,
Her voice a melody of crisp, cool air.
In her embrace, the world finds its place,
A time to rest, reflect, and care.

As evenings stretch with a tender chill,
The stars awaken in the velvet night.
September’s song lingers, soft and still,
A perfect blend of shadow and light.