Clear, crisp, delightful,
like a summer morning in Maine.
Sweetness carried on the
breezes, bird calls, crickets quieting.
It stands just at the edge,
the edge of fall, gift of wonder.
As we watch things die,
gather in the harvests for winter.
Such a spark of imagination,
after the unbearable heat which stiffles.
A deep cleansing breath,
setting the course for reminding us.
Life is short, don't take it
for granted, harvest the gift of today.
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