Once a cool breeze
suddenly came by me,
a gustful hush of chill
with memories
of moments glanced,
observed by all the earth
in brief chance of glee,
that slice of gods near
reality, when
first hint of autumn
teaches the decline
and fall of berry
empires, leaves blare
their coming browning
and the blazing sun
gives in to shyness,
pleading wry disdain
for the heated still,
and hints how coming bleats of poolside kids
will trace in time all
thought of distant hills.

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