Now.
Now dawn is slowly brindling the heavens
with russet striations of honeyed tones
changes are painting September mellow
in swaying meadows of harvest bonus.
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Now sun bows to be-whiskering greenness
as autumn begins its downward chorus,
fields growing tawny with ready corn-ears
show October shouldering ever forward.
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Now cuddles down rootlets doubley-deep
as chill urges racing for extra cover,
while underneath movement curls in sleep
top-growth must wait until cold is done.
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Now \'tho I lay down my proffered labour
after nurturing yields in welcome rest,
with good abundance yet being savoured
a gardener starts now to plan for the next.