September, though it feels like we’re still in July.
How do trees know the date? Maybe the little furry animals give the roots a heads-up, as they scurry around looking for Winter food? Could it be the birds, their singing alerting the branches as they book flights to South Beach? Whatever method nature uses to determine when to begin dropping leaves, it’s been triggered.
C’est une chanson, qui nous ressemble
Toi tu m’aimais et je t’aimais
Nous vivions tous, les deux ensemble
Toi que m’aimais moi qui t’aimais
Mais la vie sépare ceux qui s’aiment
Tout doucement sans faire de bruit
Et la mer efface sur le sable les pas des amants désunis