Time shifts to September

The flamboyant summer sun

Has aged by now

Its oomph is waning

Heat dwindling

Sharp sunbeams turn softer

Sky is lucid

Higher and bluer

Air fresher

With a touch of damp

Days are shorter

Nights darker

Nature starts to compose

Autumn poetry

Rich in colors

Beautiful and sentimental

Yet with shadows of sorrow

Soon fall foliage will turn

Lifeless and drop like rain

Grass dries out and wilts

Gilded with morning frost

Singing no more the birds

They fly south

Leaving autumn songs

Merely sighs of wind

By Shih-Fang Wang

From: United States