The summer sun begins to chill,
as Autumn sings September's song.
A briskness falls upon the hills,
days now don't tarry quite so long.
As Summer leaves, she blows a kiss
to lovely blossoms, soon to fade.
Leaves on trees await Autumn's bliss
to preen in red and gold parade.
An artist's dream, those royal hues,
as though the trees must be afire.
No room...
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