Sensible Birds
Sept 1 2021
September 1st,
and I am in that liminal space
that is both the end of summer and beginning of fall.
Today is as hot and sunny
as the height of July,
yet the crisp dry air
has that fresh autumn feel.
When dusk comes unexpectedly
a little earlier each day,
and the relentless tilt of the planet
away from the sun
is a healthy corrective to our sense of self;
it's not a human-centred universe, after all
and we are not in control.
There was a big storm weeks ago,
and now the stripped leaves
from the wind-whipped trees
have turned from green to brown,
littering the ground
like a disturbingly early fall;
as if the world was out of sync
and the future uncertain.
Labour Day comes next,
the last long weekend
before the start of school.
A time of anticipation, and dread
as I remember it;
but that was long ago
and now I'm glad I'm free
to enjoy the last gasp of summer
and sweet September air.
Hot days and cool nights
and clear star-lit skies.
Long pants and light sweaters
and sensible birds heading south.
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