Between Sun and Flame
The summer sun begins to fade,
its golden crown in twilight laid.
The air grows crisp, the breezes call,
whispering promises of Fall.
Bare feet that danced on sand and shore,
now step through fields where leaves will soar.
The laughter lingers, soft and near,
a memory of the bright, warm year.
Shadows stretch with gentler grace,
September paints the sky’s embrace.
The days grow shorter, nights grow long,
yet in the shift, we still feel strong.
Leaves turn to fire, bold and bright,
painting the earth in fleeting light.
Each step we take, the seasons blend,
a cycle turning without end.
Goodbye to warmth, to endless skies,
hello to harvest, hearth, and ties.
The world prepares for gentle rest,
as Autumn dons her amber vest.
Between the green and amber flame,
we find the beauty—change by name.
Each ending sings, each start is new,
and life is richer for the view.
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