Sonnet for Ides of September

Mid-month brings dreary nimbo-cumulus,
and alternating days of rain and sun.
Yellow and red declare deciduous
trees anticipate stars: autumn’s begun!
Branches at twilight echo with patter
as geese settle to pond more frequently.
Over dinner, sparrows squabble and chatter;
foxes scout for mice most diligently.
Noon smiles warmly; dusk and dawn both bite.
Echinacea browns and sunflowers wilt.
Owls sharpen talons for lengthening night;
Amanita caps slope at crazy tilt.
Grasshopper chirps but twelve times each hour,
from weeds beneath morning glory’s bower.

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