Shadows lengthen
with the equinox past
blue sky arcs
under the sinking sun
The eighth month
for the ancients of Rome
our tenth
and first full of autumn
Green's turning
yellow if not brown
fluttering down
the wizened leaves fall
South wind the wings
of those impelled to move
as winter beckson
in a chilly morn
Orion marches
up the pre-dawn sky
his faithful hounds
at heel to his east
The southeast breeze
yet brings some late warmth
before the clouds
drift back
Autumn's gentle face
we have on show this week
Its wild battles for winter
are yet to come
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