All around the world
Nature is the only sound.
Plowshares, swords at rest.
The following are inspired by the season as well as by our love of our Northern home:
Slow September rain,
tender as a memory.
Farewell summer love.
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Grey September blues.
Half-forgotten melody.
Lyrics call for you.
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Late summer shadow.
Memories of season gone,
passing with regret.
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Wake to gentle rain.
Late summer, birds, cicadas.
Our North dressed in grey.
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Yue liang lights our way.
Cool September harvest moon,
lantern in the sky.
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A crystal moment,
subtle as a woman’s sigh.
Everything has changed.
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Subtle September,
scarce a touch of autumn red,
in cool denial.
