Last Days of September

A tribute in verse

Last days of September most fleeting of all.

We give up the Summer and welcome the Fall.

when trees hide their green to showcase their gold

And songbirds and insects know what is foretold.

When noonday sun still warms our heads, yet nights are comfortable in our beds.

When long Autumn shadows ribbon the streets, and pumpkin is what we choose to eat.

when flowers flaunt their brightest hues, and squirrels chatter with the news

of pollen scattered on the breeze and acorns gathered at their knees.

Last days of September, most fleeting of all.

Goodbye to the Summer, Hello to the Fall.

Though some will weep and others smile, neither can turn back the dial.