Here comes September
Dressed in robes of amber
Dreams curl in warm lumber
Till dawn calls to clamber
Follow will October
Golden hues and umber
The winds sing a number
Leaves rustle in timber
We then await November
The birds resume their slumber
In your dim adumber
Warmed by glowing ember
In a cold frosted chamber
We welcome old December
With eleven months to remember
As the world retreats in sombre
Though the heart bears bitter encumber,
Let happiness still outnumber.
~Roshini ✨