The somber sounds of September
are slipping away from sight.
Shadows of soon to come,
slip soundlessly through the night.
The summer-time blanket of cover,
is slowly shed away.
While symphony’s of sparrows
whisper their last summer song
and sleek away into the distance.
As slowly as spring spawns,
it slowly slivers away
and leaves us with nothing,
but...the sorrowful songs of September.
Hey,
Another good poem I really like this one most of all so far. Keep writting!