Summers end

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Bronze streaks September’s sky.
Deciduous trees compose a symphony of color,
Crimson leaves fall like notes from a treble staff.
Warn shoes crunch withered life.
Brisk winds whistle through northern woods.
Ten or more sway with natures beat.
This is when Autumn and winter meet.





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