Great Regulars: I'm seeing the first tinges of red in the tops

of trees and the light lengthening and turning golden as it shines up from the water in the evening. Days are so much shorter. It's hard to keep fall and winter off our minds even while we're still playing at summer here at the lake, our last family members arriving tomorrow for a week.

So I thought--maybe a bit early--of the great Austrian poet Rilke's poem about autumn.

from Fleda Brown: Traverse City Record-Eagle: Thoughts turn to autumn in the last playing light of summer
then Poetry Foundation: Day in Autumn

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