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Aug 2017
Crickets that chirp all day and all night
Looking for love in their season
Fields once green now  rife with golden rod
The same as they are every year
Earlier sunsets we notice at mid-month
(Wonder where the summer went)
Cool mornings with fog
Still air with familiar scents
Bats from behind shutters
Pursue their flights at dusk
(If only we could fly with them)
Apples fall from trees, soft, little thuds,
Remind us of other late summers, and of gravity
Migrating birds eat honeysuckle berries
While a monarch spreads her wings
On white phlox
Written by
John Niederbuhl  NY State-Adirondack Mts
(NY State-Adirondack Mts)   
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