September

The yellow apples fall bitter from the trees,

The golden leaves are ruffled by the breeze,

The sky is amber by the afternoon,

Sapphire winter is coming soon,

The ravens, rooks, crows cackle from their hide-out,

In the absense of sunlight, the last flowers cry out,

The crop-leftovers are going to seed,

The people have taken whatever they need,

The cows face captivity again this year,

Hibernation sweeps the forest of hedgehogs and deer,

Autumn is beautiful, golden, burnt and red,

Winter is wild, harsh, both alive and dead.

The End

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