Driving Through the Late August
Shades of coral fade to pink sky
Lost behind treetops in the blink of an eye.
Fields of gold and purple stretch along each direction
While stately brunette cattails fill in each swampy section.
Tan crates are stacked in green orchards with care
Awaiting rosy globes before a layer of frost gets there.
Already traces of orange tinge many leaves
It seems the death of another summer is a rainbow to grieve.
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