In summer, you were stunned <br />by green things blooming, bronzed <br />by heat released from every inch <br />of sky, carried across blue thresholds <br />by random winds. Oh, how you felt <br />this is the season of Forever! <br /> <br />'Come hither, ' urged bright morning <br />and you complied without a care. <br />'Don't move, ' cautioned the sun <br />and you sat still another hour. <br />'Open your arms, ' cried the winds <br />and you embraced their sudden heat. <br /> <br />September comes, and Nature falls <br />silent. She has the work of harvest <br />to perform. You're on your own now <br />to map the sun, to touch a green leaf <br />turning yellow, to hold a golden moment <br />before it fades into winter light. <br /> <br />The days grow shorter, the nights <br />colder. Oh, Misery! you think. <br />And yet... Those sumac bushes, <br />abundant along the river bank, <br />half-green, half-red, seem poised <br />in time, as if Autumn will never say- <br /> 'Farewell'<br /><br />Daniel Brick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/september-comes/
