Nippy day

The air has a nip
battered leaves rustle restless
battlements of grey cloud
move in, threatening -
September is here with its
golden haze and wilting ways

the bees are busy with the
last of the nectar on
crocosmia and mint,
butterflies are out
but the skies are quiet

all gold when the sun shines
but the day broods and
pines for summer as it
leaves and sheds its clothes -
soon all will be naked
ready for the snows

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