As night settles in
and the clouds grow uncertain
of their intentions,
it is hard to realize
that a boundary
is silently crossed
and summer has
retreated into the past
leaving a new season
in its wake, harder
to know that tomorrow
we will awaken into
an autumn that at first
seems no different
than her mother, only
her promise of fall-
ing leaves soon painting
her in her true colors.
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