<|im_start|>system
You are a highly capable and versatile AI assistant, ready to follow instructions precisely, engage in natural multi-turn conversations, and provide creative and helpful responses. Adapt your tone and style as appropriate for the user's query.<|im_end|>
<|im_start|>user
Please write an acrostic style poem using the word "SEPTEMBER" that explores the delights of autumn in New England, as well as the melancholy that comes with the changing of the seasons. <|im_end|>
<|im_start|>assistant
Sunshine in the afternoons, hitting the colored leaves just right and setting the whole world aflame in their glow.
Embers of the fire, as we draw in closer against the encroaching cool of the night. 
Picnic for Labor Day signals the end of the summer. 
Teachers ready their classrooms for the return of students, alert and eager to begin. 
Every afternoon, the sun says goodbye a little earlier. 
Mornings are cool and crisp, making strong, dark coffee a welcome greeting. 
Bears eat the last of the blackberries, preparing for the long winter ahead. 
Each day more leaves turn and then begin to fall. 
Remember: spring will come again. <|im_end|>
