September knocks with quiet feet,  
A gentle breeze, both cool and sweet.  
She wears a cloak of muted gold,  
A whispering tale of new and old.  

The sun still warms, yet softer now,  
A gentler kiss upon the brow.  
The leaves, they blush in shy delight,  
A patchwork quilt of red and white.  

The air is crisp with something new,  
A promise wrapped in morning dew.  
The summer’s pulse begins to slow,  
As autumn starts her steady flow.  

School bells ring and shadows shift,  
The earth prepares for nature’s drift.  
The skies stretch wide, a deeper blue,  
As if to make more room for you.  

September calls, *“Come walk with me,  
Where apples hang from every tree.  
Where harvest moons and golden hours  
Paint meadows full of fading flowers.”*  

We welcome you, September fair,  
With sweaters, dreams, and cooler air.  
Your quiet calm, your golden light,  
A bridge between the dark and bright.  

So let us savor days anew,  
Of cider sweet and skies of blue.  
September, with your fleeting grace,  
You bring us peace in time’s embrace.