The wind ruffles my hair in waves of cool blue
as the earth breaths deeply of the moisture,
much needed after the blistering heat of summer.
It sighs, a release of the last of the heat
from once cracked and pitted soil,
now awash with new life and teeming with relief.
I always loved the coming of fall.
The warm sun still shining on my skin,
the cool evenings tucked in under a warm cover.
Yeah, it's the end of summer,
and the last of the butterflies land gently on my flowers
as I sip my mornings coffee and just live.
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nicely written, I love the contemplative narrative of this... I love fall too.. too bad it is more like the coming of winter already! great write and good luck in the contest!
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