The final day of summer slips quietly into that good night
While the colorful wings of Autumn now take flight
Along go memories of leisurely days in the sun
Now is the time to prepare for the cooler months to come
Canning and freezing the fruits of our labor
Cutting and stacking wood, with friends and neighbor
Closing up cottages, making sure everything is just right
Waiting for the Harvest moon to fill up the night
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