September whispers softly through the trees,
A symphony of golden leaves in flight,
The air is crisp, a gentle autumn breeze,
Heralding the calm of coming night.

The harvest moon ascends with tender light,
Casting dreams upon the starlit sea,
In fields of amber, shadows take their flight,
As nature hums a gentle melody.

Days grow shorter, nights embrace the cold,
Yet warmth resides in hearths and hearts alike,
September’s story gracefully unfolds,
A tapestry of time, both still and bright.

So let us cherish moments pure and true,
As autumn’s gentle hand begins to weave,
For in these fleeting days of golden hue,
We find the beauty of the hearts that grieve.