…the year’s grown old,
mornings are dark,
and evenings come apace.
be gone. Fly, fly, fly away soon.
September’s harvest moon
rose early on, but glory days remain
belying summer’s lingering, warm chant.
Temps too cold for you are on the march
as shorter grow October’s days
lessening sunlight hours
and the food a garden can provide.
Likewise, dark clouds bearing
high winds, rain, and hail
are on the move from northern climes.
Prithee take to wing tiny creature;
do not delay, for you have far to go and
deepening autumn will anon turn to winter and
beneath the soil its pretty flowers send.
Even the stork in the sky knows her appointed seasons, and the dove, the swift and the thrush observe the time of their migration. ~Jeremiah 8:7a ✝
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