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
A very beautiful poem with full of life with gardens and orchards in a breezy weather of the valley.
Really entertaining and enjoyable poetry.
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Thanks for your wonderful comment.
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Lovely poetry…very beautiful.👌👌
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Thanks
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