Morning comes late,
the night so much sooner.
And there is a chill in the air that wasn't here a week ago...
I know your out there,
waiting for your time.
Summer packs her wares and makes ready for her departure.
She does a little redecorating before she goes.
To make you feel welcome.
A cool breeze here and there
and just a splash of your colors to prepare the way.
Ms. Autumn makes her presence known.
And I look forward to her arrival.
The riot of colors that she brings.
The bounty that she shares,
gifts of plenty from her mother, the Earth.
She is waiting behind the dawn.
Along the mountain sides I can now see her work.
Summer waves good-by.
And Fall gathers her palette and takes the stage.
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