as summer exhales
its last long-held breath,
the crickets sing in chorus
as though sounding a warning
of frosty mornings to come.
green slowly surrenders
its hold on the landscape,
while the flowers bloom
for all they're worth,
before sinking into their
long, silent sleep.
how to capture this day
and hold summer here
just a little bit longer?
like youth, it all too quickly
slips away.
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