The beginning of fall is especially alive
having just remembered it is time to die.
Summer goes out with a brilliant bang;
a crunch of cherry maple leaves,
parchment yellow birch, orange oak;
a strong scent of frost and fires,
crisp cold, baked warmth saturating winds.
Tree limbs of firework colors feel gusts
creating streamers, garlands on rooftops;
cyclones of leaves dancing on roadways.
The ending of summer is not afraid to die
knowing everything again shall come alive.
Still want to work on this some more. Especially the title since it is far too generic.
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