August now gone
and the hope of warm sunny days
warm balmy nights, with it
The days draw in
Mother nature prepares herself
for cold and wet and wind
Innocents start big school
and others start again
like swallows
feeling the air under their wings
The rich abundance of fruit and grain
is being harvested and stored
some are born
some are gone
Life renews itself in summer
to lay store for winter needs
God grant that none will want this winter
for heat or food or love
and deliver each one safely
to the glorious promise of spring
