September Morn Poem by Randy McClave

I watch the World around me
As again I hear nature call,
For it is the end of summertime
And the awakening of a beautiful fall.
The leaves have changed their colors
The skies became icy white,
My heart becomes exceedingly joyful
At Septembers, beautiful sight.
The rustling wind has turned to cold
The leaves have changed to brown,
This moment, I pray to hold
As the leaves fall onto the ground.
The squirrels scurry from their trees
The birds have all flown away,
It is another September morning
I feel it with each step that I take.
With a cold wind against my back
I journey to a great tree,
To pick up the jewels that she left there
An acorn, and a lonely leaf.
I shiver as I walk
With a leaf and acorn in hand,
I watch fall as it arrives around me
So happy is this man.
I then walk up unto my wife
I present her with the leaf and acorn,
So happy I am with this fall
That I give Her my September morn.

Randy L. McClave