September - Sonnet Poem by Peter S. Quinn

At nightfall of dimly and sudden rain,
Asleep in its many dreamy changes;
Wistful forever on its forest lain,
As time each walking pathways arranges.

Moments in their surroundings going deep thru,
With everything we still can recall;
Precious days revolving for me and you,
From height of summer tinctures to fall.

Days going into their earth brown burning shade,
Flowers withering to its autumn gray;
To oblivion they all in end shall fade,
Bountiful moments in their greenish lay.

September autumn is dancing now through,
Full of stunning colors and temper too.