In the gentle embrace of September’s dawn,
Leaves whisper secrets to the passing breeze,
As sunlight dances on fields of golden grain,
Nature’s symphony sings with ease.

The skies wear hues of softest gray,
As clouds drift in serene ballet,
Shadows grow long, yet hearts are light,
In September’s calm, all feels right.

The whispers of autumn begin to call,
As summer’s warmth starts to fade,
September’s charm enchants the soul,
In her presence, memories are made.

With every step on crisp, cool ground,
The world transforms in colors profound,
September’s magic, a gentle reminder,
Of time’s passage, and days grown kinder.