Septober

some talk of death and decay

the end of life and growth

the sunset of summer, 

a change in the offing

to darker times ahead

a cooling of air and blood,

but October’s children see

subtle colours, praise

the stealthy unheralded shift

to browns and golds, russet

and deep amber shades,

to them death is renewal, 

a harvest given

time for the earth to rest

and breathe a balmy sigh

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© Graham R Sherwood 09/21