Sweet September
Just a few more months
before November
and the biting ice of cold December
But that sweet September
she holds so true
a last whim of warmth
as I hold you
That sweet embrace
coming not a moment too soon
Caressing and holding out summer
The love warming, at last, that freezing, unchanging noon
Until the autumn frosts nip their few last words
before beginning their charade
Seeming so kind and understanding
then ripping us apart and dragging you away
The tears, they fall
as the flakes of cold December
until the warmth returns again
just to end
once more
in that sweet September















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