By: Albrando Lucino
The coming of cooler days brings my eyes to blink
the sound of leaves falling down on the ground
the sight of changing colors of leaves on trees
that's the beauty of September to me
The memories of special birthdays, of special folks
mother, father, friends come to the fore
For the people ive just met and before
September is a special month for me and always will
the coming of winter's kiss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem