Summer gives way
Like water rushing through a gap
It cannot be stopped
And then it is Fall
Grass is tipped with ice
Frost settles heavy over the Earth
The sun rises slowly
To reveal a frozen dawn
Trees grow heavy
Burdened by their leaves
Sounds travel to my ears
Across the crisp morn
Lungs fill with cold
Breath in the air has shape
Velvet nose warms my hands
And the chill is broken
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