That's nuts, my last entry was in September of last year. Something about September. The trees are beginning to change color here in middle Tennessee, but the green is hanging on. If I could say one thing to Summer it would be, "Don't go."
(watched a sunset... wrote a poem... )
Listen to that sound, the sunset falling down sizzles when it hits the treeline shimmers as it fades to night
gray clouds like the Tin Man sing about the rain orange ones like the Lion wish to know your name
but Nighttime calls for packing and so I say goodbye to colors, fading like a dream from windswept crimson skies
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