The warmth of the summer sun is ebbing,
the coolness of the autumn moon approaching,
soon Orion, the hunter, will enter the sky,
the Pleiades, the apples of his eye.
In time the leaves will change colors,
then fall, upon the ground,
and the winds of coming winter,
through the trees, whistle and sound.
© James J. Keleher aka Séamas ó Ceileachair
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