As the sweltering early
September day
slowly draws to a close
slowly draws to a close
And long before the heavy evening dew will
approach
We sit and watch as
fruited grasses go to seed
Their luminescents dark crimson, shining in
the dusk
The ripening of all things surrounding us
As the bold earth does turn
and our day turns into night
and our day turns into night
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