These are the days when Birds come back - : Poem In Your Post

These are the days when Birds come back—

A very few—a Bird or two—

To take a backward look.

These are the days when skies resume

The old—old sophistries of June—

A blue and gold mistake

Oh fraud that cannot cheat the Bee—

Almost thy plausibility

Induces my belief.

Till ranks of seeds their witness bear—

And softly thro' the altered air

Hurries a timid leaf.

Oh Sacrament of summer days,

Oh Last Communion in the Haze—

Permit a child to join

Thy sacred emblems to partake—

Thy consecrated bread to take

And thine immortal wine!

-          Emily Dickinson, #130

Ah, Emily.  Once again, you nailed it. 

Autumn's summer's nod to Night -

when dwindling light,

geese in flight -

heighten sight.

 

(My imagined 'Dr. Seuss's response to Emily'.)

MFB, gleefully,

L