A month in Autumn - 01
September
There is an imperceptible change.
Did the lights come on that little bit earlier last night?
Did the duvet keep me captive just a few minutes more?
We edge towards the changes and our habits rearrange.
The sweeper pushes a pile of papery leaves
And their russet tones still glint in the watery sun.
The birds are planning their escape but not just yet
As they congregate by the river and wait for a sign.
There is an indiscernible shift to something forthcoming.
The land is hunkering down as the warm evenings shorten
And a mantle of calm replaces frenetic summer
And the heap of lost leaves portend that winter is coming.
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