September.
And Summer is tiring
The dark greens almost fading to blue
For journeys across October’s harvest moon
Birdsong plays sporadically – feeble attempts
At whistles and warbles barely rate as a dawn chorus
The cicadas keep the uneven rhythm through the day
Whining hypnotically into the evening of halcyon days -
that will gracefully yield to cooler breezes and a hint of autumn
The sun sits a little lower on the horizon with each passing day
Its rays intense but softening…
Casting a light that foreshadows shortening days.
The road shoulders sprout epaulets of gold -
Little sunflowers, goldenrod and jewelweed
Signaling the transition – to auburn leaf blush,
russet senescence and days of bulging cheeks and hoarding
for stripe-flanked chipmunks.
September---
And rest for the tiring summer is on the wind
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