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The heat of summer still flushes my cheeks on my daily walk but, there is a subtle change in scenery. The trees now are a paler shade of green and some have yellow and orange tints. Red-Winged blackbirds no longer perform their musical trill. Robins seem scarce as their song becomes a distant memory of longer days. Geese come and go as they gather for their next journey. I listen for the soft whispers of summer's magic but, I feel them fading with the evening breeze. Fall is approaching on tippy-toes as to not disturb the remaining days of the warm season of lazy day-dreaming hammock afternoons.
In my heart, I know the harvest season is approaching.
summer's magic dusk
green heron small and stocky
chestnuts fall softly
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