I feel the chill as the night falls
Sooner than ever before
Each day permitted diminished light
A portent of what's in store
Fall's approach is sneaking
Green leaf with yellow tinge
Summer is always leaving us
‘Tis life on the northern fringe
The gardens belch last offerings
Bask in the waning heat
Tomatoes burst red on the vine
Fruit ripe and ready to eat
Was summer only months ago?
Fiddled about and squandered
Or did we scurry frantically?
Instead should we have sauntered?
The still-warm breeze so pleasant
Consoled for no time’s wasted
If all that’s left are memories
Of how sweet this summer tasted…
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