Updated: Dec 2, 2019
by CHRISTOPHER MILLER - October 9, 2019
Summer is on its deathbed,
with Fall just around the bend.
and yet, looking back, I find,
that Fall was never far behind.
The wind of the beach is, to me,
a great and soothing harmony.
as welcome as the Autumn wind,
that greets me with a playful grin.
Summer is on its deathbed,
but is it truly at an end?
For how can I choose between the shifting keys
of Nature’s mystic melodies?
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