Summer, she’s going now.

Stayed her welcome and then some.

A pleasant surprise,

That unexpected jewel in a rough of sand,

Washed by white horse crests.

 

I saw the first.

Fall.

 

Subtle, dropping leaf, coloured tan,

Slow spiraling down, ground-bound.

Tear by rusted tear descending,

Shaping heaped mounds.

Our earthen coffins,

Where we huddle,

Resting through the dark nights that He brings.

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