Autumn's glassy fingers have come over the sun,
And rush to wave good bye
To his love, the Summer, as she slips away.
Allow them an embrace of chilly warmth at the horizon.
Summer flees the chill of her love,
Though his embrace is crisp and dear of old.
A parting caress is all she can give his cheek - stay...
"Until next year my beloved."
Photo Credit: Vincent Mallie
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