Summer Slides into Fall

R. James Buehner

The crisp smell of the leaves,
The crackle in the trees,
The dampness of the ground,
Beautiful color all around,
Piles of joy everywhere,
Water drenched and plenty to spare,
The days of summer all are gone,
The light times grow short, and
The nights become long,
Playing and running,
Laughing and jumping,
The autumn time is coming.

Summer Slides into Fall

Robert  Buehner

Cleveland, United States

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