My Crazy September Love
This autumn is so sweet,
it gives me so many presents,
this autumn is my best award,
this autumn is my golden lord.
I am lost in this warm September,
my love looks like an ember,
but only with a tender touch
it turns into a fire and burns much.
Maybe it’s my last flight,
so, I will hold it very tight.
I will not wait for the spring,
I would love in this autumn to sing.
This autumn is so lucky and crazy,
my lord calls me “my daisy”,
my lord calls me “my dove”.
Thank you my crazy September love.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh
Sun 29th Sep 2024 11:45
Thanks Larisa, that's lovely.
I've started looking at autumn in a different light. I like to think of it as not the end of something, but as a beginning. Autumn's colours are Nature setting out her artist's palette to paint a bigger picture.