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How many times have I stood Beside this canal at the end of summer In the early morning light As the cool of autumn begins to sing? How many songs does the earth sing As petals fall where flowers stood Season after season in changing light, Autumn, winter, spring, summer? How does autumn harmonize with summer As both begin to strum and sing The waves and particles of light Where in the beginning God stood? How has the universe withstood The strangeness of the death of summer, Year after year the dimming light, The song no one seems to know how to sing? And yet I sing where I have stood, This half-light farewell song to summer.
The canal curves with a wave of good bye to summer, but a hello to seasons change. Yes , a different song that wells up from the morning bed to write new sheets of music, ripples settle down at the edge of day.
If you has said, in the last line, instead of 'farewell', 'lights-out', say, the quatrina would have been perfect.