As September begins, many are already calling the season autumn.
It is not fall.
Not yet.
It is still summer. The part when summer and autumn tug a bit. There is a nip in the air, yet some days, the heat of hot wind still parches the skin.
It is a restless time.
Change is coming. We have entered Summer’s Dusk.
Summer’s Dusk
© Mary Livingston
Photo: September moonrise over Millville Plains.
Mamiya RB67
Sneaking Bliss 
What a beautiful poem Mary, it so describes the close of summer and the birth of autumn
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It is now mid October and autumn has fully arrived where I live. Summer held her own a bit longer this year.
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Thank you.
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