Seven More Days
The élan of summer is fading in the smoldering sunsets. Songs heard from the trees not long ago have winged. The air fragrant still with the last flowerng of September. Hummingbirds seeking the last of the season's eau de vie. Hot coffee before dawn is much savored now in these dark, cool, and misty mornings.
The cusp of autumn. Seven more days to fall. A time to harvest the summer treasures. The monotonus languor of the season begins to beckon the mind and body.
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3 comments:
L'Envoi,
5 more days to come! ^^
中秋節快樂! ^.~
Ah, yes. Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival in your neck of the woods. Here is a toast and a song to you, on this festive day: 明月幾時有...但願人長久.
Bright Silvery Light of the Moon
thank you, L'envoi! ^^
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