
decides not to stay up as long,
goes to bed early,
leaving behind a wide swath
of early and deep dark.
Soon the leaves will despair,
decide just to let go,
change color and drop,
carpeting the ground
with crunchy, colorful death.
All things being equal
the infernal season
falls, momentarily
begrudgingly,
to the cooler, chiller days
of Autumn.
The charring smells of
burning grills yields
to the gentler scents
of nature changing,
urging us indoors,
closer together,
huddled against
the changing weather.
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