September

SEPTEMBER
By Lee Brock

The dog days of summer have bidden adieu;
Now beautiful September makes her debut.
She paints her skies in the loveliest blue:
Her stars like sequins shine all the night through.

She fills her gardens with pumpkins of gold;
Blue jays in pine trees chatter and scold:
Deer from the forest grow wondrously bold.
September has beauty I love to behold.

October is waiting to join the parade:
We look for her coming, and are not afraid.
The leaves on her trees turn a beautiful shade
Of gold and red. Their fruit they have made.

November lurks behind skies of gray:
Don't let her coming darken your day.
Cold gray November doesn't come here to stay;
With a day of Thanksgiving we'll send her away.

Brilliant December, with sparkling snow,
Will make us wonder; where did the year go?
In it we'll remember our Lord's day of birth,
And sing with the angels of His peace on earth.