Calendar
by John Updike
Toward August's end
a hard night's rain;
and the lawn is littered
with leaves again.
How the seasons blend!
So seeming still,
summer is fettered
to a solar will
which never rests.
The slanting ray
ignites migration
within the jay
and plants for nests
are hatching when
the northern nation
looks white to them.
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