The Last Breath of Summer
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I prefer Autumn! It is my favourite season and, for me, it is so much nicer then Summer.
The air begins to cool and the leaves change colour. Just what I prefer!
It's been unbearably hot here
With the warm breath of late July,
While the sky remains blue and clear.
Th time fades away with a sigh,
As August arrives full of peace
With the warm breath of late July.
It seems now this breath will cease,
But can a new month point the way
As August arrives full of peace?
Then at last comes the special day
As Autumn gold begins to shine,
But can a new month point the way?
The air is full of scented wine,
And glory blesses all the days
As Autumn gold begins to shine.
The fading heat leaves gentle haze;
It's been unbearably hot here
And glory blesses all the days
While the sky remains blue and clear.
Copyright © Elisabeth Sheaffer | Year Posted 2021
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