August, again

August–

the leaves seem to whisper as they fall to the ground.

One, two, here and there. Leaves, they… drift.

As if, they know.

The heat and the insects carry on– summer clings to them. Holding on for just a bit more.

We know what awaits though. Slowly the earth starts to close,

and to fold.

Autumn begins very slow.

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