The song of the tree frog
Echoes over the fences and brush
Chasing the hummingbird’s energy
Twilight is pretending not to rush
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Oh come September
Announcing gentler days
But August won’t quite surrender
Even after singing summer’s praise
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Autumn waits impatiently
The leader of a holiday parade
Her colors ready to pop
A festive, wistful serenade
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Summer stokes youthful embers
Keeping us toasty in the Fall
August rays kiss us goodbye
Ready for their curtain call
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By September, the wine is ready
Fruity, the scent fills the air
Life is harvested, we are thankful
We raise a glass and say a prayer
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