What is September
but that elusive melody
A song you have determined
shall be rendered
in E minor
(and nothing but E minor)
for these are chords
chased by shadows
evocative as gossamer mists
when you hear the loons cry
in ghostly twilight
or the geese begin to form their
airborne geometry
the mournful cellos
must call out answer
to the dark oboes
in nothing but E minor
yet–strange thing!
wild changeling music resolves itself
with quiet defiance
into a sprightly B
what, this? all major, all light
as birds a-twitter
amongst rustling leaves
sweet as chilly mornings
that melt for you
into warm summer days
and years of tomorrows
float past your gaze
bundled baby seeds
carrying the future
in buoyant puffs of cloud
for that is the nature
that is the sweet refrain
of September
genusrosa 
I would love to actually hear your musical rendition of this poem, but in a way I felt like I could hear the music of September……loved the photo….you helped me treasure September, the changes from summer, it is not just a month, it truly is a song.
Oh, I am so glad you could hear music in this…for it was there in my mind as I was writing. 🙂
This is absolutely enchanting!! Captures mood, memories and spirit.
Thank you, Garry! September does have a mood that is a bit changeable, but I love this time of year.