September clouds shyly smile, descend
as season shifts from green to gold 
bathing anguished land in hope, 
it begins with whisper 
eliciting dreams 
from rustling leaves
I can hear 
the wind
sing.

 

Photo credits: Pinterest 

Form: Nonet 

Posted on Sunday Mini-Challenge @ Real Toads

 

& Posted on the poetry pantry @ Poets United