The summer fireflies

                             are gone

            followed by

The last delayed swallows

flying over

the soon... solitary nests

in the oblique west towers

vibrating the air

above me and my perplexity

like lost leaves

swirling,

            turning,

                        falling…

from the trees

already melancholic

by their absence

sighing,

            crying,

                       longing…

 



  



  

 

Life seems dazed

almost in a limbo dormant,

just before sleeping... just before dreaming...

Even the traveling clouds

cluster their gathering

quietly... amazed

Watchers of the incomparable adjusting

of their fluttering wings

to the coming... changing winds

  

The bells are now... silent

waiting for the long, cold winter

beyond the sudden curtain of rain

  

"the first frost makes me, suddenly, shiver on my skin"

 

Thank you very much and I hope you will enjoy this beautiful poem and your September is beautiful.