Summer is waning and
I can't wait for autumn
Give me the falling leaves
Give me the golds and reds of forests
Readying for respite
Summer will lie down when the fall
Mist greets me in mornings
The smell of dry bark will tickle my nose
The sound of cracking twigs will make me giddy
And I shall watch the orange sun
Each evening reflecting fallen foliage
August 30, 2012
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