I feel the autumn drawing near,
Though summer lingers on.The flights of songbirds slowly leave,
The butterflies are gone.
The winter birds are moving in,
The cormorants and geese.
The sheep out in the pastures soon
Will grow a thicker fleece.
I’m not prepared for summer’s end,
Though autumn too can please
With crisp, sharp air and tinted leaves
Scattering with each breeze.
The seasons pass so quickly now,
But each one brings its grace,
So I will savor summer’s warmth
And smile at autumn’s face.
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