Below is a poem inspired by the passage of time and the changing seasons.
The quiet dust of autumn on the pane,
A whispered sigh, the end of sunlit days.
The summer's lease expires with gentle rain,
And fades to gold through misty, cooling haze.
The stubborn earth, a quiet, slumbering heart,
Resigns its green, its fleeting, floral hour.
Each leaf, a masterpiece, must now depart,
And paint the air with its descending shower.
A fragile sun, a low and patient gleam,
Draws short the shadows, calls the evening near.
And in the solace of this muted dream,
A promise waits to banish winter's fear.
For all that goes returns in measured turn,
A cycle old, a truth we slowly learn.
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