Start of Fall in the North Woods

Small, white butterflies appear,Slowly flying here and there,To add to the duet of dragon fliesand eternally battling humming birds,

They all scurry to the wooded safety,When dark clouds appear.And they return when the sun reappears,

While leaves have not yet turned their many colors,It is time where we begin to save things in their winter-time quarters,Loons will eventually leave to southern lands where they will both lose their color and voices,

We can only dream of the return of all two short future springs and summers.

Chuck Hamsa, 24 August 2011

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