Come September be my love.

with a glass of wine

I lounge in my backyard

basking in the morning splendid

sunshine

The breeze is pleasing fine

whistling noisily at a time

waking me up from my

reverie

I scramble around to shut the

roaring doors windows

pulling up the curtains

tie up from being flown

away

Come September be my love

          The Apple orchards in no more

      gloom

with abundant red fruits

hanging from the branches

in full bloom.

Fruit trees peach , plum

add

to the beauty of the picturesque sights

The giggling village belles

sorting the juicy ones.

The impeccable gardens abound in

flowers

dahlias, chrysanthemum ,roses,

Narcissus,,mascara

looking vivaciously charming

the rows and rows of floral boom

enthral

my mind and body so warming.

The Cities agog with festivities

crowds ranting songs ,hymns

to

the musical tune with Band Banjo

Come September be my love

 Early in the dawn

I

Strut on the big lawn

cherish watch the endless gaze

regal poplar trees standing tall

against the fencing wall

dazzling in the flaming Autumn

sunrays