How do you intend to transition into the new season?
I stand silent and still, listening intently
for the soft breeze contains promises of Fall
they say patience is a virtue
but not one of mine
the heat of summer leaves me wanton
I'm hungry for change, desperate for it
How do I intend to transition into the new season?
I'm going to sprint towards it with every ounce of me
launch myself into it's jeweled boughs
like a long lost lover desperate for touch
eager my timing is right
that I haven't misjudged
trusting it catches me before I fall
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