at winter’s approach the cool life of summer flares burning its brightest
alone, overlooked together, they’re noticed as individuals
a path closed to us cannot be opened without significant risk
it’s a subtle shift between cicadas singing and leaves’ colors changing
perched in the window ever vigilant, the guard quietly protects
the change is unseen yet we gauge how time passes by watching decay
just a soft capture of a light, carefree moment can rebuild the day
the days get shorter but the colors of summer still try to survive
free to be taken for granted / by those of us fortunate enough
it has given all no longer blown by the wind it begins its end
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