Crickets’ hypnotic trill & hum
Crisp-fizzling leaves & grasses
Hymn of gilt-edged, waning light
Cool air folds up the landscape
Sundials of hearts’ chambers slip
Summer’s flame-crown sputters
Grinning,
dancing,
Autumn comes to burnish
a new measure…
— C.Birde, 9/20
Nightjars & Damselflies 
Can’t believe summer is over already. I need a do-over. Maybe someone will work it out so we can have 2020 next year. No harm done?
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Yes… Can we request a re-do?! 😉
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