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Days pass, lazily, in the haze of summer

Nights become cooler, anticipation sets in

The subtle autumn air teases, but waits

She knows this is not her time, not quite yet

The cliché, dog days of summer, unfulfilled

Brown grasses and wilted flowers, her signal

To bring her vibrancy to the earth, colors

Which paint the skies, an artist’s palette

The trees, her easel, the leaves, her brush

Always a masterpiece, her yearly creation


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