first of fall (Septembers song)

Be first to greet the equinox,
when summers heat is passed,
where balance stands between cold and hot
 come winds with cooler draught

Rich brown hedges lined with moss,
that disguise the wily fox.
 Time to sit and just reflect,
bright amber jewels there to inspect

Stabbed by barbs on hands and arms
 bramble jam, be, the winters balm
when nature paints in terracotta,
to mould the clay, God be the potter.

Fields, where stoops of corn stand statuesque,
plains tainted with the Midas touch.
 Gifts of harvest festival, on the altar rest,
 reaped corn the scythe has cut.

Hills and valleys shaded bronze.
A ballad in a chocolate voice,
 charm that is Septembers song,
Visions, like a stolen kiss without remorse

Swifts converge, as dusk draws nigh,
the evenings placid moment calm.
to soar and wheel, perform the evenings lullaby.
Lies peaceful, the heavy dew will soon embalm

A moth-eaten coat with its musty smell.
 As a snake will shed its skin
Verdancy replaced, nature yawns farewell,
soon sleep will come, refresh, ready to begin.