September Poem by Delmar Koehn
September
Oh September! With your blue skies,
With happy, misty, fireside eyes,
And fireside song, and flannel shirts,
Your romance is the kind that hurts.
Oh September, with your blue eyes!
Your painful moments make thee wise,
Thy cold wind soon will bare the trees,
And leave but stars, and rustling leaves.
Monday, October 6, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: seasons
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4/26/2024 2:27:37 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Oh September, with your grey skies, you tie up this lovely poem and sing the cuteness of this. Lovely one.