The earmark of hallowed fall
Shorter days and longer nights
Time is slowing to a crawl
Crisp air chases birds in flight
Sun takes time to rise in morn
Pretending ever to be demur
I fight the urge to feel forlorn
And resist the call to wake and stir
Like a clock that never fails
Like loyal sun and faithful moon
The Autumnal equinox prevails
Its calling card: Too Dark Too Soon
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