The morning breeze sent a wave of yellow twinkles against the dappled sun-barred east. Almost constantly leaves were falling. They were tears, I doubt not, as they fell heavily straight downward. Ground underneath yellow-speckled. Leaf-dotted ground. Leaf-starred lawns.

Every year, accompanied by a change in the weather, The ginkgo reverses its magnetic field And drops a sheet of gold at its feet Like a metronome shedding time, Like a skeleton shedding cellular richness To stand like a lightning rod for the sun. Robert Paschell EPHEMERIS

Don’t move. Stay still. And once you find a place that feels halfway right and it seems time, settle down with a vow not to move any more. Take a look at one place on earth, one circle of people, one realm of being over time. Gary Snyder EPHEMERIS

The woods is shining this morning. Red, gold and green, the leaves lie on the ground or fall, hang full of light in the air still. Wendell Berry EPHEMERIS FOR THE FIRST WEEK OF MIDDLE FALL

‘I’m just going out to check the ewes,’ I said, but then I found October dancing on the hill, her robust fullness gowned in scarlets, golds, and brassy browns, seducing with her hat of blue, her perfume heady, humming tunes, giving nuts and apples too. Pat Elliott  

O Lady Moon your horns point toward the east; Shine be increased. O Lady Moon your horns point toward the west Wane, be at rest. Christina Rossetti EPHEMERIS FOR THE THIRDWEEK OF EARLY FALL The Monarch Butterfly Moon wanes through the weekend until it becomes the new Robin Migration Moon on the 29th at 3:12 a.m.

Up the slope, the wind: asters bend, the brown grass trembles, air is chill. August Derleth EPHEMERIS FOR THE SECOND WEEK OF EARLY FALL

98 years, 3 months, 2 days. Time is marching. Been sitting on the porch listening and watching  as the sun lowers behind the horizon.  Hummingbirds first to retire, and at dusk robins cluck the benediction for day,  and the tree frog follows with invocation for night activities