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The Waning by Jon Jividen

 
September has bent the light and diffused the sky
filled with ominous clouds than commence to cry
upon the verdant fields of gold
which ripple with wind and portent untold.

Warm languid days of endless light
now run from shadows and impending night
to find their solace in places South
for now they have felt the hand of doubt.

Trees take up their palette and brush
and paint their greens with ruby dust
to hide their tears and weary cares
of the day that Fall will strip them bare.

Yet beauty and magic lie all around
in an atmosphere of sense and sound
that grips the heart and sails in dreams
telling the tales of nature’s scheme.

There is high excitement and gypsy unrest
as nature prepares to become undressed
to bear her soul before the bleak midday sun
and dream of another Summer to come.
Jon Jividen – Sept. 08

Thought you might want to use this on Faux Farm site.
Love you – you old farm girl.