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The hummingbirds have left for the season,

A small footnote to the end of summer.

One chapter ends and another will begin, too soon.

~

The bigger creatures still fight at the feeders,

Treasuring their sugared water—

Juncos and woodpeckers, and a bandit raccoon.

~

Nature is always the first to sense change.

With nature, it’s wise to remain friends,

For this writer’s mind too easily now forgets.

~

Autumn is upon me, but it lurks ominously this time.

I now can feel the darkened air of October and November.

If I could have lingered in the sun—but, away with regrets!

~

It’s good to move forward and put to rest the past.

It’s good to smile and find better thermal underwear.

It’s good to examine one’s conscience and therapy to write.

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Capturing this moment, at least, passes the time.

Better yet, it exercises these shaky hands.

Mostly, as summer turns to fall, I won’t abandon the fight.

~

poem by S.A. Bort:  15 September 2016

photo by S.A. Bort:  14 September 2016

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