September’s Dawn – a poem

Septembers dawn comes all too soon
The punctuation mark of the summer
Brings freshly sharpened pencils
And fresh pressed uniforms
Which will only last until Christmas
The leaves are still green
but will change to shades
Of autumns hues
Marking the chilly death of summer
However great our hopefulness
Russetts, golds and reds
Will mark the passing of the sun
Bringing foggy days and early nights

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