The chill that hits through the screen door as the morning walk is again engulfed by the night,
The days begin to fade quicker, an urgent reminder to us the death of winter is lurking near?
Fall back to the standard time the clocks proclaim
an hour of sleep you shall gain
But in this time of shortened days, it is not the sleep we need.
As I walk on leash in hand, the air is crisp, clear.
I think the summer humidity slows our minds, weighs upon us.
I propose for us here South, fall is the awakening of the mind.
The harvest is done, the tourist are gone.
Fall is the time for us.
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