Indian Autumn
Late, errant honeybees still swarm about
The hummers’ feeder in the afternoons
While lingering sunlight warms October days
Like lovers reluctant to say goodbye
Our little apian friends in chorus sing
A fading summer-song, before the frost
Send workers home among soft, leafy ways
Of air and mist, over stubbled fields at rest
In that quiet hour before the moon
Ascends, and lights the autumn safely home
Lawrence Hall
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