For those of us who pine for autumn.

Aug-ember

August's pace is fire and sizzle
Playing fast her summer fiddle,
Hurry up before the tide
Rushes in to nullify
The summer.

Tiptoeing soft and steady,
Inch by inch, sure and ready---
September waits in lengthy shadows
Gathering her confetti
Of color.

How clever of seasons 
To be so pleasing.
A variety of color
All mixed together,
In Aug-ember.

        -----G. Hill

September begins in mid-August, 
Mixing her palette of colors, 
Getting ready for the 
Ballet of dancing leaves.
                G. Hill

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While the earth remains, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night, shall not cease. Genesis 8:22

. . . while the earth remains . . . .

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