September #poem

September.

The September winds are blowing away the silence of the night,
the promise of dark nights fill the minds of the lost and lonely.
Soon the days get shorter, the rain falls harder,
no more walks along the sunabsorbing lanes.
The gatherings of families, the happy childrens faces,
are long forgotten memories
behind dark and covered windows.
Where once love was there is downfall,
no more happy holidays.
The moodswings drop from down to darkness
as the autumnleaves will fall.

Goodnight my steemit friends, be safe and be nice!

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