And so September meets the Autumn breeze
Darker early mornings, seem to tease
A nod in the direction of the coming cold
Where colour fills the pallet, as the days get old
Warmth, then cold, mix with the grey and changing sky
Days of blue no longer here, as summer loses hue
We watch as flowers try to brighten up each day
But fade into a drizzle as they float away
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