The blood red sun sinks slowly in the western sky.
Heavy dew hangs on a damp, misty morn.
September settles with a gentle sigh.
Fairy rings scattered on a fresh mown lawn
As August slips wearily away.
Clouds are scudding across the pale grey moon.
Already autumn shortens the lazy day
My, but summer went by too soon.
Shortly we will have the trees’ changing hues,
It’s days like this I get the misty morning blues.
I’m not setting it to music so don’t give up the day job…
There is a song on ELPs Love Beach album. These words fit that tune quite well.