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Sounds of Fall

by Mary Brunini McArdle

The word “September” is a song
That sings the end of torrid summer heat.
Outside my bedroom window there’s been a sound
That carried all throughout the night.

It’s not periodic cicadas, I thought. They’re heard
Only in the mornings.
Nor is it katydids; their music’s here at dusk.
It’s something different, but it is alive.

At last I realized exactly what it was. Frogs!
And when they ceased for three full days,
I knew that this finale coincided with a
Weather change — and signaled Fall!

Copyright © 2012 by Mary Brunini McArdle

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