Autumn Equinox 2018

I riff flecked about thee august Autumn Equinox 2018, this polymath learned why, September Equinox will be at 9:54 PM, which spoiler alert thy learned (courtesy Google), when Or Sun Wells crosses celestial equator i.e. (imaginary line in sky above Earth's Equator from north to south), a quiet rye hit moment occurs Saturday September 22nd, 2018 (at 9:54 PM Eastern Time) marks onset of apple cider and pumpkin pie a distinct golden jacketed matted palette well nigh paints arboreal swath, sans quiet riot of brilliant color, that doth belie rampant terrestrial, unreal, and venal degradation aye temporarily turning a (third) blind eye apathetically, blithely, and conveniently shunting aside eyesore fissured gash - wide cleft wound, where hide ding away from global abuse decried as feeble effort ignoring doth decide fate i.e. as does wrecking, where precious resources espied snubbing, and thumbing nose (figuratively) asper dead serious portentous desperate (falling on deaf ears) plea chide dismissively mocking (bird den some) prophesying, whence creator cried alarming, blaring, and clanging sounding Doomsday Clock, where ambivalence unheeded scathing tragic miss guide did exploitative testament, where survival of fittest tried to the max, viz (courtesy of *****sapiens) as Mother Nature dost allied flora and fauna espied comprising vibrant biosphere each betrothed nsync, and guide ding generic hominids shrugging (Atlas sized fountain head) off beholden hide bound wedded bliss to the other, this observer awestruck, sans whirled, wide webbed biota adorns terra firmae analogous, qua expectant wedded bride named Gaia – resplendent raiment adorned playfully chide, when (dark and Stormy Dan yells) Armageddon legatee - time ran out for *****sapiens meaning... salvation to late for human knit tee, cuz field day, sans grim reaper will glory in field day whar cross bones numb skull pay fealty.