The air turned cooler,
crisper,
bluer,
fresher,
and for a second,
a sadness as summer flees.
A leaf or two
changing,
early colors remind us
of what's to come.
The swallows
putting their kids to the test,
Stay out all day
Packing in the bugs.
The garden,
barely planted,
already a month
or maybe a week
from the first killing frost.
The music on the box,
Blues, Rock And Roll
and jazz,
Play by play with the
The Yankees And Sox.
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