September Morn

I watch the World around me As again I hear nature call, For it is the end of summertime And the awakening of a beautiful fall. The leaves have changed their colors The skies became icy white, My heart becomes exceedingly joyful At Septembers, beautiful sight. The rustling wind has turned to cold The leaves have changed to brown, This moment, I pray to hold As the leaves fall onto the ground. The squirrels scurry from their trees The birds have all flown away, It is another September morning I feel it with each step that I take. With a cold wind against my back I journey to a great tree, To pick up the jewels that she left there An acorn, and a lonely leaf. I shiver as I walk With a leaf and acorn in hand, I watch fall as it arrives around me So happy is this man. I then walk up unto my wife I present her with the leaf and acorn, So happy I am with this fall That I give Her my September morn. Randy L. McClave