September,
September,
Is yellow and green,
With tickseed in shallows,
Bright yellow and green,
With grass stems a-shimmer
In breezes unseen,
With crickets and sparrows
Quite loud, if unseen.
The grasses and blooms are
Still yellow and green,
But their seeds
And the songbirds,
The crickets,
The sparrows,
The breezes,
The sky,
Wait winter unseen.
