September is gone; with it the last breathes of summer
Fall creeps in like a fog, flooding the air with crisp sharp cold
Everything is dying, in motion, in cycle, nothing abloom
Just the whisper of the leaves among the wind,
Scratching into your memory
The smell of an ending era, hangs both bitter and sweet
Dancing in your nose, so rich it almost melts on your tongue
Like a bold coffee, or a pungent cheese
The last breathes of summer are fading
The cool exhale of "Fall" is here

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