Behind the falling curtains of Summer,
lurk the spirited days of autumn,
enthusiastically drawing, with every sunrise,
nearer to a time of animation.
A season when warm restless summer breezes
are casually coaxed away; playfully pausing...
before the chilling breath of winter comes to rest.

With every vibrant leaf, that is delicately teased
from the gracefully disrobing tree,
desperately clings a cherished summer memory,
silently drifting; struggling, voiceless in the wind,
to be pleasantly remembered...
before it is covered by the hostile cloak of winter.

09/01/2002

Posted on 09/01/2002
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