The first leaves fall

Change color

Drift in warm breeze

The sun

It shifts in the sky

Taking a different view

Shadows grow longer

Nights earlier

Cooler

But the days are warm

Your hand still lingers

Slightly

As you loosen your grip

Slowly slipping away  

And your cousin, Autumn

Once a distant thought

Is now in full view

But it is now you

Summer

Who are retreating

And will soon be a memory

Like so many summers before you

A sweet warm memory

Au revoir mon ami

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