September’s a month full with yellow days <br />Awash in tiny butterflies, a dancing yellow haze <br />That flutters constantly above long rows of yellow maize <br />While graceful flowers follow the sun with their steady, yellow gaze <br /> <br />Late summer sunsets fan their slanted yellow rays <br />Across flourishing fields of daisies, a brilliant yellow blaze <br />While school buses awake to start their yellow ways <br />And early autumn’s chill in leaves of yellow plays<br /><br />Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/september-is-the-yellow-month/
