Blustering blowing, rain.
Wind wafts, then
Nature holds her breath.

dainty crisp white fog,
tip toes across
the dew dotted grass.
Sun peeks,
through the twigs of trees.
Leaves scatter silk string like sun rays,
accentuating changing colors.
Leaves once green, now gold
growing old.
A brittle breeze thrusts through.
Leaves drifting, swaying down
adorning frail dead grass, on the ground.
Crunching beneath your feet.
Leaves dancing,
twirling and fluttering free
blissfully in the breeze.
Summer's last bit of beauty
is showcased within trees.

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