When touch of autumn promises the end 
of scorching heat, 
long days in green and blue, 
the fading echo of cicadas song
with skies so close 
you almost touch the fabric 
and brush aside clouds 
to see the sun
We linger outside hesitating 
to go back home
Prolonging the experience
and hoping 
This time winter 
will forget to come


  1. ..unfortunately nature does not suffer from dementia, although I could live without ice and snow :p (at least on the roads)


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