Is it nearly dark by half past eight?
Are there no clouds scudding along?
Is there no blackbird to stay up late
Under the streetlight to sing his song?
I was surprised it was dark so soon!
It was ten past nine when I saw the Moon.
And momentarily in its light,
In August, I saw an October night.
A few weeks before, the sun was shining,
Painting the clouds orange and pink.
Vapour trails and silver lining,
With longer shadows as dark as ink.
The leaves will soon be on the lawn,
And I’ll be at work to see the dawn.
Earliest sunset, then the Shortest Day
And at last, Christmas won’t be far away.
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