the sun dips from the sky
earlier now, leaving us an
indigo sky before darkness
takes over
trees that once serenaded us
in red, orange and brown
now shed their leaves
dropping their veils
mornings no longer warm
but now have a crisp chill
we bundle in coats lamenting
the departing of the season
- Written for Writers' Digest Wednesday Poetry Prompt #805
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