September Mornings are my favorite time of year…
She has worn; her favorite shades of green, as she awakened…
Following the last cool breezes of Winter…
You might say I’m a voyeur at heart…
With the first loss of her coverings in dog days of Summer…
She has enticed me with the smallest drops of yellow…
Covering spots upon the ground…
Growing larger as the heat continues adding to my appreciation…
She dances wildly in the last of the Summer’s storms…
Amidst the pounding tempos of those ancient drums echoing…
From afar she hears them and moves in rhythm…
Revealing the beauty of her limbs, and the strength within them…
More and more of her beautiful gown will be lost…
As I slowly commence the task of cleaning up after her…
Recycling them into her choices for my future moments…
As she redresses in the Spring, and showers me with shade…
All Summer long…
It is Autumn when I enjoy her most revealing time of year…
In the first frost of early Winter, I will admire her beauty…
Her strength, Her character, Her inner beauty…
Her growth…
Until it all begins anew…
Image by Lorena Assisi via Pinterest
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