Sultry days of Summer, washed-up and worn out,
Crawling heat invading the shady hideout,
Bring the Autumn on;
No longer appealing the drone and the sprawl,
The bleached-out beach, the marching band's call
Bring the Autumn on;
Humid and languid we lie prone in pools,
Slurping cold drinks as the ice cream drools,
Bring the Autumn on;
Brittle the leaf, once greened and flush,
Strident voices reduced to a hush,
Bring the Autumn on;
Sweated, we turn under sheets cloying,
Exhausted the hedgerows once overjoying,
Bring the Autumn on;
Bring fresh breezes and berries bright red,
Bring purple thistles with crowns on their head,
Bring the Autumn on!
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bring fresh breezes, good