Summer’s End

Low our Sun gazes,

Yet the light still blinds.
Fruit falls scattered,

Berries ripen brightly;

Goose wedge journeys begin.
Lazy haze spell is broken,

A clammy chill grasps all.
Quickly our moon blinks;

And like the night, the shadows lengthen.

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