September Solitude

September’s sunset,

Smoulders low,

Sinking behind horizons.

Scarlet streaks,

Claw evening skies,

Bleeding beams of glowing gold.

Hazy dews,

In amber mist.

Softly sprinkle auburn lands.

Shedding trees,

Of rust and red,

Wear leaves like ragged ribbons.

Bowing branches,

Of forest fruits,

Bear ripened berry bunches.

Pale and silver,

Fading light,

Find flapping moths in shadows.

Peace and calm,

In twilight blues,

Sweep around my solitude.

Silence between,

Shrieking screams,

Deer mate in falling darkness.

Welcome slumber,

Bring gentle dreams,

Under Autumn’s starry blanket.