Thoughts swooning under
Autumn chill of afternoon
Flowers loosing bloom
Chirping birds return to nest
Dusk falls silent in night's lap.
Lyrical cicadas create music
Crescent moon and I
Silent listener to the lullaby
Being sung for drowsy leaves
Of black oak.
Rain washes the summer heat
Cool and pleasant is autumn breeze
Under twinkling stars of dark sky
Calm kisses the autumn night
Wrapped in sequin of tiny bluets
Earth's robe is still hazy green
Her red and orange dress is being tailored
For fall's show by skilled craftsmen of time.
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