O silent summer’s end,
silence upon sands of amber gold.
Gardens of abundant color,
no longer to tend,
whispering wind,
evening’s presence of cold.

September’s song,
music of change,
as nor’west winds push,
bright blue skies forward.
Desolate harvest,
sparsely filled grange,
pristine purple dusk,
heavy canvas now lowered.

Stalk severed field liter the plot,
sprinkles of frost upon sunny orange hue.
Deer scatter upon hunter’s first shot,
seasons repeat each year anew.

Autumn enters as cool breezes dwell,
summer solstice my love we bid farewell.