September Song

Poppies weave a charming graceful spell in the autumnal air, their crimson hearts bleeding into rays of dappled sunshine. All around, the air breathes a soft subtle musky scent, warm and primeval, twining and vining the light and feathered stars. The rich red moon peeps from ashy rings, bringing the core of fire-bright stars on planes of dusky dew. Vivid blue skies unfold the last drops of hurricane seas. Papery leaves fly loose from their stems, skimming lightly over the clean earth. Brilliant golden shapes dazzle the eye.