Summer is blurring to Autumn, that
period where I listen to those far off,
thoughts lost, welcomed sounds
the dying leaves
the pulsing wind cracking window panes
with the last
dry dust
and rocks from a Summer
where yard working was a fad
But now the "in" is to simply be
fall like the leaves
Grow, think the Autumnal way,
laugh while the trees gasp for water
and imagine their satisfaction
with that rain that you loath
I feel it
Every breeze
Every shift
Every trying to be, Ever forget-me-not wilting,
Do you feel it too?
maybe it isn't about you.
or me
or any seasonal change or shift in stature
that brings the climate down.

It is what Autumn always brings,
what Spring cannot perceive
The subtlety of sophistication

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