September has warm winds
scintillating sensuously stirring
Floats breeze over trees
as a murmured prayer
The poet is enamoured enraptured,
awash with tumbled phrases.
Drunkenly adrift, absorbed
by a gently given gift.
© MRL 9/10/2015
...awash with tumbled phrases... oh, I can relate to this:) beautifully written, I love September :)
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