Nature speaks

Early autumn temps warm as will song a heart

Frogs sing what may be their last lyrics

Leaves giving their fare well in color

Weather being fickle

Not ready to give way its season

Humans relish each moment

Wanting the song and color to last

Camping near the edge with fire

Water and song

Hoping to prolong through memory

Of the twin seasons lullaby

Summer meets autumn

As lovers in a midst

Being partnered with warmth and dew

That plants may still exist

Hallowed are these memories

As lanterns are lit

The treat is in the season

For winter is the trick

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