A dust mote settled in her eye
And fields were stirred by chilling winds.
The flakes of autumn swirling by
Formed flaming funnels in the sky.
Propelled, they dance and pirouette.
A dust mote settled in her eye.
It blinded her and made her cry.
Her tears traced shining tracks on skin.
The flakes of autumn swirling by
Were seen through dampness and a sigh
To realize soft summer’s end.
A dust mote settled in her eye
The day grew cold. The wind was high
She shivered drawing sweater tight
The flakes of autumn swirling by
Farewell to summer’s warmth and light
The flakes of autumn swirling by
A dust mote settled in her eyeecursor
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