Curtains have come down on summer
They are sweeping the harbour
Winds of change have blown in
as September takes charge
The stage is set
for the descent into winter
the first step is taken
one of many
The orchestra tunes up
Aeolius directs
the key does not matter
neither does major or minor
Green still dominates
but is muted by rain
the west wind paints
white crests on the waves
The sun will return
but sinking
lower and lower
in the midday sky
Orion is marching
his hounds at heel
through the night
in the southern sky
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