SWEET SEPTEMBER

September hangs her purple grapes

On branches of lucious fruit;

She touches the jewels in every garden

With wet shiny morning dew.

She meditates along with the Red Roses

She’s the month between Summer and Fall;

Hail to thee my silken Sweet September–

You’re the most prized month of them all.

2010 by Douglas Raymond Rose

Grand Prairie, Tx.

Member Academy of American Poets

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