The summer sun
Has lots it's heat.
The autumn wind
Has cooled the earth.
Green trees shiver,
Their leaves turn brown.
The sky darkens
And cries at times.
Dry riverbeds
Come back to life.
White clouds of fog
Blanket the ground.
Sweaters and coats
Are worn again.
Outside, you miss
The warmth of home.
People hurry along,
Their breath is mist.
Days are shorter;
Nights are long.
Fires burn high
And embers glow.
Life still goes on;
Summer is missed.
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