September
SEPTEMBER
Sneaking a few minutes from each day’s waning sun
Each sunrise is later up, and its setting partner earlier down.
Pigeons will soon be the only fliers left in the town:
The migrants are going, or are packing bags quickly,
Escaping to the warmth and song of the south country.
My pansies are spreading without my restraint daily
Because they know it’s last chance to colonise extra turf:
Each fading beauty desperate to cling to mother-earth,
Reaching down for sustenance now in dearth.
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Written by Sydney Peck for
Carol Brown’s Contest FALL IS AROUND THE CORNER
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2011
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