September Is Going Poem by Peter S. Quinn

September is going
into the north cold,
memories still glowing
in the days of the old.

When summer was bright clear
and dreams up still,
with sunshine everywhere
to give and to fill.

Dreams for ever going
into the never never land,
times keep on flowing
with colors in their bland.

And all is just for a day
before it goes to memory,
each beat and its play
are lost for eternity.

September glowing all
in its time of going,
before winter comes to call
in its white on snowing.

In dreams of cold everywhere
and frosty still earth,
when we memories do share
from summertime
that's gone from here.