The string wound ’round summer’s feet is all but reeled in,
the tilting earth settling down to the limber goodbyes of fall
and the crisp clarity of waking with the sun’s golden fingers
reaching outward from the horizon like a tap bored into a tree,
the slumbering greeting slow and steady along its path
chasing away the cold now stronger and bolder with every night.



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