What’s your favorite month of the year? Why?

September arrives on soft, golden feet,
A quiet prelude to autumn’s grand symphony.
It carries the scent of change in the breeze,
Cool whispers weaving through the trees.

It is the beginning of my favorite season,
When summer bows out with grace.
The world begins its slow exhale,
Wrapped in amber, rust, and lace.

September is the first brushstroke of fall,
Its skies a canvas of gentler hues—
The sun, mellow and warm as honey,
Its light filtering through morning dew.

The leaves begin their whispered conversations,
Turning to crimson, gold, and flame.
Each tree a poet, reciting the tale
Of nature’s eternal, cyclical game.

It is the time of apple orchards and hayrides,
Of pumpkin patches and firelit nights.
The air hums with the promise of change,
Of sweaters, scarves, and cozy delights.

Schoolyards fill with laughter once more,
Children with backpacks, dreams in their eyes.
It is the season of new beginnings,
Of turning pages, of hopeful tries.

September teaches us to let go gently,
To find beauty in endings and embrace the unknown.
Its charm is quiet, yet deeply profound—
A transition where seeds of reflection are sown.

So, why do I love September so?
It is a poem that nature writes with care.
A month of balance, of dusk and dawn,
Where stillness and transformation share.

And for those who pause to truly see,
September holds the magic key—
To love what was, to welcome what will be,
And to find grace in life’s changing melody.