The summer's my muse
The sun smiles as my pen plays
Inspiration: fun.
The trees hang luminous
Threatening oncoming winter
Their leaves briskly falling.
Simple yet so complex
Contradicting? Yes
Odd? Not by a long shot.
The morning breeze swept the hill
Sunflowers dancing along
To the motion: nature's song.
The humid stickiness loomed
Low near the black pavement
The heat a persistent foe.
The mountain fresh with white
Skiers dotted the mountain
Like ants at a picnic.
The tree's dusted like sugar doughnuts
Children covered themselves with warmth
And rushed into the winter wonder.
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