The September song.

Some words.

The September song....

The leave are turning and the nights are cooler.

The children are playing outside,

enjoying the last days of Summer.

I have become like the Autumn,

my once young and  hopeful eyes,

understanding life moved so quickly.

Now I have hazy memories,

ancient love story to be written.

Old man drink the cold beer now,

the whiskey drinking man.

Just myth and tales in my stories.

I paint to canvas with words about the beautiful days,

the great sea and the quiet desert.

I looked at old photos and I remember.

The warm and sweet kisses of kind lovers,

I remember the German Spring and the California Summer.

Now  I don't  cursed love,

now I counts every lover.

As the greatest blessings known.

I still dreams of blushing beauties,

stealing kisses in the rain.

I remember,

when lovers allowed night to fall into day,

when passion was my wealth.

Now the grandchildren are my wealth.

I remember the good days and I know.

We must paint days of laughter,

paint new days where we celebrate love near and

we know. What we do now. Is what is true.

The Autumn days are here.

The first day of September and the leaves are falling.

Please remember.

Today is a empty canvas and we must paint with a hopeful heart.

A day of wonder, a day of joy.

Coyote

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[MoriartyMesa]

You always impress with your words

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. You are very kind to me.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest John... painting the days of September... the Rose tinted Orange Pumpkins
and leaves moving with the wind in a melancholy tango dancing in the arms of tenderness. Your words are colors of romantic rendezvous moments. tenderly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Pat. I love the days of September. Apple picking and cooler day.

[Papaya]

What a better time to start with a blank canvas than now. Autumn, with all of its beautiful colours starting to pop. The days may be cooler but those colours show us warmth.
Beautiful thoughts here, coyote.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Ana. The September days. Cooler and better days.

[Cherrie Palmer]

I love this, you know different time's of year and months differently have an unique voice. After the long hot summer September has been refreshing just like your poem.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Cherrie. I love September and October. Cooler days and the days of Halloween.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Such a descriptive and touching reminiscent and evocative poem. Filled with memories and happy days of old but tinges with a shadow of regret and acceptance. A very emotional write Coyote John.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you John for reading and the comment. I hope you are doing well and having some fun.