'T was later when the summer went

'T was later when the summer went
Than when the cricket came,
And yet we knew that gentle clock
Meant nought but going home.

'T was sooner when the cricket went
Than when the winter came,
Yet that pathetic pendulum
Keeps esoteric time.

~Emily Dickinson


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Been kind of fixated lately on the fields of Queen Anne's lace. Have also been noticing the shorter days and the sounds of the crickets, cicadas, and tree frogs joining in one last late-August crescendo. Summer's winding down.