Humidity wanes;
Days grow shorter as rains abate;
The air changes, its thick, stifling cloak replaced by the coolness of a loose shirt, the fabric slowly sweeping leaves, fallen from trees, along sidewalks and streets.
Piercing brightness becomes a watery gleam;
Shifting light dances;
Shadows brush the windows of homes along our lane, fingertips of darkness await;
Fall's beginning.
Poem By E. 2009
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