Autumn
Philip Krohn
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Now the shadows lengthen early,
And the birds that with us stay, Ill at ease and anxious seeming, Sing not as they do in May; For the winds suggest the keenness Of the winter days so nigh, And the trees stand bare and lonely As the leaves drop off and die. Now the squirrels are most busy, Whisking here and leaping there; Gleam their colors in the sunlight, Sounds their chatter on the air; And with busy feet and restless Lay they up their winter store, Against the time when snow will cover Sheltered wood and open moor. Now the denseness of the forest Lessens as the days speed by, And, in search of game, the sportsman Listens to the quail's lone cry. |
