The air is as crisp as ripe apples and the low-lying sun is dazzling
The clamoring voices of summer are now just haunting echoes
Dead leaves skitter and whirl in the cool wind as if morbidly merry
Blankets of gray unfold in the sky and below it are growing shadows.
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Excellent work. I'm giving it a 9/10. Some memorable lines: Stanza 1, line 3. Last stanza, last line. Joy to read a good work.
Thanks Tan! It was very difficult to write. I really wanted the reader to feeeeel the eerie, gently melancholic vibe of the season. The last line could have almost been a haiku.