It is nearly August. While spring in the northern hemisphere feels like a time to restore sunshine levels, late summer feels like a time to store up for the winter. Here’s a Folding Mirror poem with that theme:
Preparing for Summer Departure, No Time for Laughter
Two days left of July
the sky seemed to cry.
August, the last summer month
does the sun think we’ve had enough.
September and October last
warm winds keep winter at bay.
our star doesn’t really leave, it’s our planet’s circling weave
It’s the south’s turn to face
Australasia and Africa tilt.
Our annual repetitive cycle space planetary gravity
365, and a quarter days.
Colourful leaves before snowy scenery
six months before next spring.