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