Sweet September Showers
Sweet
September showers,
Not quite winter yet,
Not quite Autumn either,
But Summer has definitely left.
The air contains such a chill,
Makes you shiver inside,
Yet sweet September showers,
Still in
summer reside.
The night air is so frosty,
That you can see your
breath.
The winds are fierce and blustery,
Don't stay out, 'You'll catch
your death.'
Sweet September Showers,
Dulling the sky each day,
Delicately petalled flowers,
Fade and die away.
Victoria
Elizabeth Hughes
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