I am not deceived, I do not think it is still summer
Because the sun stays and birds continue to sing.
It is summer-gone that I see, it is summer-gone.
The sweet flowers in drying and dying down,
The grasses forgetting their blaze and consenting to brown.
~ Gwendolyn Brooks
Sunday, September 24, 2006
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