A Mystery

I’ve been watching the light fade,
watching as Summer slowly ebbs away;
the katydids are singing, thirty days ’til frost.
We better bring in the harvest, or what
these hearts planted will surely be lost.

So, are we right, or are we so very wrong?
Some hearts take time to cultivate, and
some, like mine, take so long to thaw,
but once set aflame are as alive as
the nerves of Nature in the raw.

Day becomes less while the night grows stronger,
the wheel of the year still continues.
The world is full of miracles and wonders,
like the Autumn sky painted in its hues,
but my favorite mystery of all remains you.

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