Sneaking around the eves

Is the whisper of a breeze

Tired leaves fall with no rhyme or reason

 

An Indian summer

It’s a peaceful late comer

In the dawning of a new season

 

The sun light shines slower

While the moon light glows lower

Deep skies wear the clouds like bruises

 

Ghostly winds sing the past

Nothing ever seems to last

Autumn’s path lingers where she chooses

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