Shady September

the sky is neither blue nor gray but something autumn in between I close my eyes and smell the hay September fields so far away some men may love a springtime mood but I do love the air of fall my favorite season attitude or thus the autumn leaves conclude familiar thatch of briar patch black berries ripe and shinning rich have lured me from my purposed track I only pause then double back honeysuckle is the gate that I must push aside to pass into the glen where dreams await and whispers of my secret fate today I seek a simpler vine I need a bucket full and more of fallen pungent muscadines for winter jelly so sublime but there is yet more fun to come aromas sweet as candy cooking and when the winter has begun the jelly holds the summer sun now if you have not found this grace I'll tell you where to look and find let's call it Shady Valley place a tear within a soft embrace