Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

Tenth September Blog.

Ninth Month Melody

Waning light. The days draw in.
September flounces her skirts,
Ruffles her petticoats,
Shakes out the summer dust,
Lets fall the golden/orange leaves,
Brushes up the brown debris of forests
To cover her feet, keeping her warm
Before she settles her winter bedding.

She will sleep, dreaming of late sumner heat.
She breathes deeply of sunkissed air,
All mellow and drowsy. She rests.
Squirrels chitter in the gloaming,
Birds whoi stay for the northern winter, fatten.
Wild mice chew meadow seeds,
Building fat to see them through
The chill times ahead.

It is an old, old song, sung every September,
For she is the harbinger of autumn,
She is the guardian of Fall.
Her bonnet is tied with vine ribbons
That float in the last tender breezes.
She calls all animals to find dry nests.
Soothes summer plants, bedding them
Down before the cold…