In the autumn the swing of light is the same as in the spring,
and in the forest dog violets bloom again.
In my garden the Mock Orange puts out a few perfumed flowers and the rain has coaxed another push of sunshine yellow mulleins from the almost ossified Summer stem.
The Earth is turning, light is fading from this season,
but it can feel the same as the light growing in the spring,
If you want it to,
If you try hard enough
But there are swallows massing on the wires
Socially distancing swallows, but swallows none the less,
And all my wishing will not keep them a moment longer
Stretching out their improbable Pterodactyl wings to preen the summer dust away
Before swinging back on the turning world that never stops,
However much we want it to.

Lovely words and ruminations on the changing season and the life around us, Cathy.
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beautiful.
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Thank you!
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Lovely Cathy, I liked the pterodactyl wings of the swallows particularly. If it’s any comfort (and I’m sure it’s not) here the earth is warming, my rhubarb is coming back and all the citrus has gone from the trees, can’t wait for the migratory birds.
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I’ll send them over!
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“But it can feel the same as the light growing in the spring …” Hahaha, I do entirely the opposite in spring! I look at the light and feel the temperature and pretend it’s autumn!
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Cool is good!
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Lovely post and picture. xx
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Many thanks xx
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Thank you for sharing your evocative and eloquent second spring sentiments with us. Enjoy this beautiful time of year, even if we cannot stop its progression.
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That world keeps turning what ever the movies might like to pretend and we are turning with it . Hold on to your hats!
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