(sonnet # CCXXIV)
The days are fading swiftly now which held
The year's chief pleasures: subtly thriving air
Alive forever, breathing in the fair
Sweet zephyrs gently plying the leaves compelled
To welcome restless rustling, (sometimes swelled
To steady chatter); whilst the crickets' flair,
Frogs' underlying song, music ev'rywhere
Lent ambience and cheer: How surely quelled!
Ere we're aware, how suddenly nigh gone!
For chill the indoor silence presses near
Again its warmer cheerless cause, as drawn
To shut the nat'ral world out with its dear
And precious thrilling calls, the greyer dawn
Of cooler days screams ringing in the ear.
13Sep11