- September Days
I walk the fading ginger hills
beneath the swirling marble sky;
while birds are singing on the bough,
small details seems to catch my eye.
A fragile wing inside a nest,
the monarch’s flight from bloom to tree,
some subtle movement in the clouds--
here, nature truly touches me.
How sweet my sense of harmony,
collected on the fields and ways!
A small bouquet of human time
grows priceless these September days.
