Time comes early for the day to be tucked in,
When shadows are long and stretch on end.
And in each window’s light,
Home marks a cozy sight.
The wind makes dancers of the leaves,
And briskly whisk them off the trees.
Clouds rush by the moon-
To bring a silvery mist to brood.
Over the harbor’s shore, the stars alight,
0n the chill of Septembers’ night.