The Change (Fall) Poem by Ayn Timmerman
The Change (Fall)
A cold stone sun,
white disc behind
a gray haze-
birds are flocking
in safe masses,
with odd haste
under wing,
early,
& rushed,
at midday, traces
of dawn clung
to the blue earth,
but no rain fell,
the chill is early;
it is only August,
a time of heat
and humid
heaviness,
but this year,
there is orange in the trees,
and the sun
is hidden,
turning it's back
on a cooling month.
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