Quaint Allure
The summer breeze whispers goodbye
As leaves quiver to its mournful sigh
Beneath a somber platinum sky
The perfume from jasmine drifts by
Autumn's quaint allure belies its sullen mood
Keeping its poise as seasons unfold
It's "indian summer" days are winter's prelude
Caught in a quandary between seasons hot and cold
But autumn's visage shows no penance for summer's end
As waves rise with the wind by the quay
The flames of the dying sun soon descend
As summer slowly fades away
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