Septembers silky days of growing hues
Enfold this old heart of mine.
Plants of summer, to slumber they go,
To let falls fiery colors arise.
Ember waves of promise tip-toe across the
Mountain tops of glorious trees afire.
Beaming palate across the valley sweet,
Embrace each day with gladness,
Rejoicing as falls beautiful days arrive.





--- wonderful penning (as always). Hope you're well Kelly -- been too busy but I've missed you and been thinking of you
Betsy



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