The air speaks of change
There is change in the air now.
In seasons, in families, in work.
In energy, in health.
This is the part of the year that I love.
The heat and toil of summer is ending.
The cool of the year grows.
"Lyric night of the lingering Indian Summer,
Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing,
Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects,
September 01, 2017
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