September Skies

Before the frost

As summer starts to cool

And the sky begins to grow dark

In the evening,

The nights are crisp and the birds

Continue their song,

Singing like they know

The days are shorter,

And the sunlight

Will soon bring with it a chill

As the morning dew

turns to ice on grass blades

that will crunch under our feet.

You wed me under September

Skies with bridesmaids

Leading a navy procession

Down the red carpet

In the stained glass

Sanctuary,

After, pictures in the park,

Which, framed in gold,

Exhibit our joy

On the family room wall.

So much hope

Comes at the end of one

Season and the start

Of another.

I can feel the changes

Creeping in as the sky bids

Farewell to what

Came before.