When summer starts to turn to fall, it will do it in ways that it will fool us all. Then, one day, it appears, and we will know. At first, it steals a little sun, just to shorten the days, and then away it runs, while yellow in the treetops starts to grow. The birds will flock when they read the clock, they will ready their feathers and all get together, and prepare to go where there won’t be snow around. But there’s still time for the sun and heat, for a while, warmer days will still be repeating, but the signs of fall, quickly they will all abound. Poet note: I was listening to Johann Hermann Schein's Intrada à 5 when I got the inspiration for this poem. In music, an intrada is an introduction, perhaps one associated with a processional or an entrance. The meter of the first two stanzas of the poem mirrors that of this piece.
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I could hear music in my head as I read.
Good stuff.
Love the fall. You've captured the season change so well.☺️