The summer's brightness left the sky today
As autumn grays and shading
flecked the blue;
The migrant birds collecting in the glens
Prepare to bid their springs retreats adieu.
Beside the rural highways, goldenrod
Still lifts its bloom for butterfly and bee;
The ripened cornfields, nodding
in the breeze,
Produce brown billows for a land-like sea.
I find a pleasure in the autumn fields
To equal that which came
with days of spring;
These are glad hours to muse and meditate
And find some birds continuing to sing.
~ Arthur Thatcher
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