September

When the ferns are turning 

golden

And sunlight spills like 

honey through the trees

When the garden's going 

wild

And leaves go dancing in the 

breeze

When apples blush amidst

the green

And flocks of wild turkeys 

wander by 

When sunset comes at 

supper time

And lights a bonfire in the 

sky

When the hillsides glow with

color

And the leaves and grass are 

growing old 

When the days are warm and 

lovely

And the nights are getting

long and cold

Then Summer gathers up 

her things

And softly whispers her 

goodbye

Then swiftly she vanishes 

Into the bright September 

sky