Summer's End
Breaking the silence at Summer's end,
the crackling crunch of leaves can be heard.
And the wind wails at trees that won't bend,
proclaiming such resistance absurd.
Songbird chicks have fledged and spread their wings,
while their songs have all but petered out.
For no longer bound, time cut their strings,
and gave them feathers to fly about.
The honking calls of migrating geese,
resonate as they fly south in flocks.
And late in the Fall, their honks increase,
in response to calendars and clocks.
Winter approaches as a light snow
falls to gently cover Autumn's dead.
But soon, flurries aggressively blow,
burying everything that hasn't fled.
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