Septembers I Have Known

                             
                                     

fall comes in

on little puppy paws

that gambol joyously

through the crunchy leaves

cavort through

every muddy puddle

                                     

plunge into

every bouncy pile

of crumpled maple 

baby boys

investigate

their first leafy mountain

and baby pups

explore

their brand new world

with

trusting eyes

there are deer

in the fields

as autumn nears -

bears are feeding

on blackberry and apple

some mornings

there is a hint of wood-smoke

oakey and delicious

and evenings, now,

have that smell of late summer

remembered from childhood

as the crickets chirp

the evening in

September

is Planet Earth

honed to

perfection

amber sunlight

bending willows

poplars swaying

like tall sentinels

as the month

bridges us

from hot summer

to winter chill

we savor the warmth

and mellowness

which will not last

and recognize

another summer's

passed

Another summer has passed, kids......September has always been my favorite month, especially here, where summer heat is too intense for this ocean seabird. In the photos are Jasmine and Lukey as puppies, and Damian as a baby, when he lived here on the farm.

They all grow so fast, and the years fly by waaaaaaaaaaay too fast. 

Posted for Ella's prompt at Poets United's Think Tank Thursday: signs of autumn