The Autumn's Dream Poem by Cyprian Ogeto

In the hushed slumber of September's night,
A dream unfolded, woven in golden light,
Where gentle zephyrs danced, whispering soft,
A tale of promise, hope, and dreams aloft.

In this fleeting reverie, a world unveiled,
An autumn's canvas, by God's hand detailed,
A symphony of colors, on every tree,
A painting of grace, for all to see.

Beneath the sky, painted in sapphire-blue,
The air held a fragrance, so fresh and new,
Leaves spun and pirouetted through the air,
A kaleidoscope of dreams, beyond compare.

Through fields of amber, swaying in delight,
I wandered, bathed in Nature's golden light,
A carpet of petals, beneath my feet,
Serenading my senses, a melody so sweet.

The birds, in harmonious chorus, sang,
Their joyful notes to the heavens rang,
A lullaby of hopes, dreams, and desire,
Igniting my soul, like a sacred fire.

As the sun dipped low, in a blaze of gold,
Day melted into dusk, as stories were told,
The moon emerged, casting her silver glow,
A guiding beacon, in the night's gentle flow.

In this dream of September, time stands still,
A fragile moment, that my heart longs to fill,
For within this vision, dreams become real,
And the promise of September, my heart can feel.

So let September's dream sweep us away,
To a world where joy and beauty hold sway,
Where dreams are alive, and hearts beat true,
In the enchanting dream of September, anew.