There’s a stillness in the air, a quiet hush
When that first red tree appears:
All nature knows that summer’s end
Is on its way: cool air, a hunkering down,
And a return, a settling in,
A narrowing of horizons and daylight hours.
Time to rest, to breathe, take stock;
Reflect on where we’ve been
And where we’ve yet to go.
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