I wrote my poem for September ending with a question. My sister sent her answer. What's yours.
September Joy
What brings you joy
When you think of September?
What makes you dance
In the streets, in the fall?
Is it Indian Summer?
Or going to School?
The leaves red and amber
The nights turning cool?
Apple pie warm and spicy
The last day at the pool?
What brings you joy?
Tell me what you remember.
Turquoise blue skies behind amber gold leaves
White bars of Aspen from dry grassy sheaves
Red-sweatered children near mom and dad's hand
Pic-nic rejoicing in family and land
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