How lovely the world is
In September
Warm air
Leaves just turning gold
Summer still lingering
Autumn coming nearer
It is a time of bittersweet endings
And bittersweet beginnings
It seems that every September
The world takes a deep breath
Shakes off the August heat
Prepares for a long winter
Knowing no one will feel this way again
Until next
September.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem on September. Cool composition.