Late Summer

The long days of summer have passed quickly. It gets darker around 7:30 now. Today is humid and misty, but definitely cooler. I’ve been thinking of the Emily Dickinson Poem:

 

Further in Summer than the Birds

Pathetic from the Grass

A minor Nation celebrates

Its unobtrusive Mass.

 

No Ordinance be seen

So gradual the Grace

A pensive Custom it becomes

Enlarging Loneliness.

 

Antiquest felt at Noon

When August burning low

Arise this spectral Canticle

Repose to typify

 

Remit as yet no Grace

No Furrow on the Glow

Yet a Druidic Difference

Enhances Nature now

 

I love fall, but I don’t want the days to get shorter.

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