This Poem was Submitted By: Len Fouty On Date: 1999-10-09 00:00:00 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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September Girl

How charming she is, September girl with luscious late flowers abloom. When harvest is in, and autumn winds swirl I drink in her fragrant perfume. I draw it in deeply, oh sweet balmy air honeyed by harvests of hay... The wise wisps of autumn, gentle and fair propel the lovely bouquet. Aroma of heaven, sweeten my soul, and carry my spirit away. Wrap me in your silk camisole, then fill me with your sachet. I gaze on skies adorned with saffron  and a swilling ruby blush... see flowing roses tipped with crimson trimmed with a golden brush. The sights... oh the sights they tell of a Master's hand with an ember. For who can paint a scene so well as the setting suns of September? The air with its crisp, inviting kiss nips at the end of my nose and rustles the leaves of the trees in this spellbinding chestnut grove. Nothing can pass this glorious feeling! Dear gentle season's delight, keep blessing with your passionate healing on into the diamond night. Sweet girl, to think it was at this time that you came into this world to grace its beauty with beauty sublime as your splendor was unfurled. 

Copyright © October 1999 Len Fouty

Additional Notes:
From: <len@polybags.com> Date: Thursday, October 07, 1999 7:34 AM Len Fouty


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