Somber Sounds of September

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.

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Sara Bailey's picture

Another good poem I really like this one most of all so far. Keep writting!