The Tease of the September Sun
The tease of a Sunny day in September
Brings with it Summer days to remember.
The world is bright but the wind is cool
The trees have leaves of a different hue
The geese are flying high above just like they were in Spring
But the direction of their urgent flight is quite the different thing.
Fields are forgotten for the months ahead
The harvest done, the farmer now can rest instead.
At five o'clock the darkness leaps
The weakened sunshine sinks to sleep
Meals are eaten under kitchen light
Window panes reflect the night.
Soon the cold will join the dark
The Sun of September a mere memory spark.
The tease of a Sunny day in September
Brings with it Summer days to remember.
The world is bright but the wind is cool
The trees have leaves of a different hue
The geese are flying high above just like they were in Spring
But the direction of their urgent flight is quite the different thing.
Fields are forgotten for the months ahead
The harvest done, the farmer now can rest instead.
At five o'clock the darkness leaps
The weakened sunshine sinks to sleep
Meals are eaten under kitchen light
Window panes reflect the night.
Soon the cold will join the dark
The Sun of September a mere memory spark.
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