September ends

· by · in dVerse, poetry. ·

Fog-born mornings — fall
a blank canvas waiting for its hues
a lady to be dressed in ember
in harvest and decay.

Midday and a clar sun
still warms, pretending
that its rule
isn’t ending way too soon.

September soon will end
but we wait prepared
with candles lit
with firewood for warmth,
with apple pie and roast
with dreams to fill our sleep.
with us much closer than before.

Gustav Klimt – Birchenwald

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September 25, 2025

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