Slowly comes the changing of seasons
Borne on warm winds of passing summer
That is blowing within the shrinking days

See the arachnids come to yellowing ceilings
To dance stealthily among the nights lengthening
For the time is ripe and the nights cool and fertile

With flying ants that reach for the dusk of August
To escape in clouds their humming nest of siblings
To alight on cool grass and tear at useless wings

For the world moves to the autumn once more
Star-filled skies spinning silver webs among indigo
Of dreams and harvests and always of rebirth

For as the air cools and the stars brightly shine
So to does the world softly exhale and in it’s sigh
I hear the whisper of love and it calls with your voice