POEM OF THE MONTH September 2021
 AUTUMN’S PROMISE The ash tree’s leaves in my front yard After Summer became old and tired Soon wore the glorious raiment Of luminescent gold – Autumn’s repayment But when the winds did shriek and moan His crown of gold became bestrown His branches bare, the bowers deposed And the twig-wrought nests of birds exposed And in my back yard – this is true! My little maple’s leaves turn blue (Though he also wears oranges, reds and golds, His azure tones my attention holds) And now the leaves upon my lawn Insist that Autumn will soon be gone But Winter’s snows, they promise, bring That wondrous season known as Spring

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