“Listen!” said the Lady Bug, “Can you hear September’s Song?”
It’s a time when even planet Earth leans back and sings along.
Shadows dance much longer among the forest trees,
And leaves begin to gather, collecting round their knees.
The Summer Breeze moves in to give one final, warm embrace,
Before a cooler North Wind is positioned into place.
Fireflies, and Bumblebees and Birds of finest down
Harmoniously together are raptured by the tune
But sing until accompanied by the Harvest Moon.
Daisy and her sweet young Belle enjoy the happy sounds
Excitably they celebrate autumns come to town.
by Terri Chandler
©9112 Poetry and Photography by Terri Chandler (DwCCreations) Batesville, Ms. (United States Southern Artist)