“The beautiful transition from the warm, bright summer to the cool, golds, oranges, browns, and reds of autumn”

Between Two Suns

Summer lingers, honey-thick and bold,  
A golden laugh across the hills—  
Blue sky, soft grass, the evenings holding  
Light in long, unhurried spills.  
Dragonflies whirl in the lazy air,  
Gardens overgrown and green,  
Children's voices everywhere,  
Days in bright tangerine.

Yet slowly, slowly comes the hush—  
A hush that tiptoes with the dusk,  
And warm wind yields to a gentle blush,  
A crispness weaving through the musk.  
Amber grasses sway in rows,  
Apples sweeten in the breeze,  
While distant geese in arrow pose  
Cut sharp lines above the trees.

The sun sets sooner, shadows lean,  
Fields parade in copper gowns;  
Out of emerald, gold’s first gleam—  
Nature’s brush, stroking the browns.  
Maples flare in orange delight,  
Oaks drop coins, russet and red,  
And each brisk morning, dressed in light,  
Paints a fire where green has fled.

Barefoot days slip quietly by—  
Now boots tread on rustling leaves,  
A woolen sweater, pumpkin pie,  
Smoke drifting from the eaves.  
In this gentle, grand exchange,  
Summer bows with grace to fall;  
A world in color, subtle, strange—  
The loveliest farewell of all.

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