As the sun sets its lesser light
Days turn quicker into night,
The north winds begin to blow
As the chill makes an early show

Squirrels tend to their final forages
While greens turn to fiery reds and oranges,
Birds migrate on the wing
And trees gain another ring

Hedgerows malt and stand nude
For the earthworm bountiful food,
Flowers wilt until the next season
Beauty in change with a reason.



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