In honor of September, here is a little poem by Tyler Knott Gregson

Autumn is coming.  It may be the sneakiest season;
it disguises itself with warm winds and late evening golden light. 
It wraps itself in colors that look like fire and the slowly fading sound of crickets at night. 
It comes without warning and without apology and before you know it,
the air is cold and the leaves are falling and the Summer you thought you were enjoying is just a memory.
Sly.  So sly.

(If you can, check out Tyler’s typewriter series. Pretty great stuff)