A Time of Change

August has passed its prime;
the sun soaked air,
lethargic and parched,
has ceded
to September.

Sweet Alyssum purples a circle
around the Asters mother planted
when seeds were five cents a pack
and the air was clear.

Many a Monarch
has landed here, cherishing
the late season nectar
at this way station
on their fall migration.

We gather at the far edge
of summer, remembering
and sharing laughter and tears.
It is a  time of reunion.

We are as butterflies
following the bloom,
responding instinctively
to autumn
calling us home.

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