She blows in
On the breeze
Ruffling her skirts
Being a tease.
A sudden chill
Hits the air
Nobody
Knows just where
This stranger
Has come from.
But summer’s warmth
Is history
As she stays awhile
To dance with the trees
In a summer romance
Turned mystery.
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