Dressed for summer as I was, I watched a bank of trees because
Their first few leaves, were letting go, a subtle hint to let me know

The wind let in a touch of chill; as it gave way to winters will
Harvest’s bounty reaping toil, the sweat of spring pulled from the soil

The wise had gathered up and saved, prepareth not the foolish knave
Time came to get what planting gave, relentless winter yet to brave

The sun ebbed off its summer roil; ‘twas just as I remembered
August had its way but then, the world became September

Jeff Burkhart’s “Rhyme & Reason”

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