Within this September sound, I wander
Thru concerts unspoiled for a moment
Glows of motivational innocence
Joins these souls from around the world
Defining new meanings in every day curls
With great imagination, and touches of wisdom
Over sighted autumn, lends a curious listen
Some connection, expressed with endearing love
Laughter, disappointment rides on wings of a dove
Tender some ones, owning loving souls
Crazy romantics, with curled up nose
Affectionate eyes complete and eternal
Sharing their voice of abounding submission
In September songs, they’re verse and visions
I see sunsets of shimmering wilderness
Yet to awaken in tomorrow’s morn
On pages and pages of lights reborn
It is there I know the name of things
Complete appreciation for summer's feeding

And in all these things there is nothing more
Alive and as rich as nature’s mentor
To discern a poet’s creativeness
In September songs, and their personal canvas