%) Won’t mourn Summer’s passage in tears forlorn

Hark, sounds of leaves cerise
from nearby trees downed
dance and scrape in caprice
blown low off the ground

Fall’s cooling wind
caresses my cheek
through trees now thinned
my forlorn tears streak

While watched Summer fade heavyheartedly
shall now relish Autumn tender-heartedly

edited 10/09/23 1320

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