I don't usually post revisions here, but this is almost a week late, so here we go.
Love Song for the End of Summer
green-gold canopies catch the last
remaining light and shrivel, brown
and red, in time. not yet,
not until the storms have had
their say, and the air shrinks
and breathes a final sigh of warmth.
summer's death is a welcome
one. when the heat drains
from the child of a warm spring,
and the crisp fall husk descends,
the festering green will give way
to the calm embrace of earth colors
until the white blanket spreads
and we start our journey again.
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