For the 'SEASONS NOW AND AFTER' Poetry Contest of Nette Onclaud/ Aug. 10, 2025
Autumn is near; listen and you might hear birds chatter more and cicadas singing. Asters and bright goldenrod will appear. Southward bound, the geese in V’s start winging. Longer grow the nights. You may also see farmers bustling in their ripening fields. Days are cooling down degree by degree. How lovely the bounty late summer yields. There’s just a certain something in the air. Whether a feeling, scent, or just a breeze that blows with tranquility through my hair, the last of summer’s rays I wish to seize.
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