September

As days pass by

so does the light

this evening the wind is blowing

the needles of the pines sway

marigolds bloom a bold orange and appear to stay

redbud tree smiles as rich green hearts wave

stone pond waterfalls flows and sings its gurgling sound

butterflies visit the blooms outside my window and around

pink blossoms quake in the wind — the crepe myrtles have been crowned again

white — gray clouds gently pass the September blue sky

the garden begins to rest

as the days pass by

Anita Adams