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
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 . . . .