Early September

The aromatic fragrance of autumn air
Brushes my cheek and slips through my hair
Touches my soul and takes me there
To the days of early September

As each season passes it leaves behind
An aching void left of autumn in my mind
My heart patiently awaits for the chance to unwind
To the days of early September

To savor the sweet taste of pumpkin pie
Makes my mouth water; tenders my high
Touches my tongue in a way that makes me sigh
To the days of early September

Scenic clashes of illuminating hews
Orange, yellows, red, and sky blues
I fix my eyes upon it hoping never to lose
The days of early September

SJ

snikatir snikatir
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2 Responses Jul 29, 2010

I'm really late but thanks!!

Great entry.