Summer Runs
Now, barefoot
Summer runs to Fall,
Her pastel’d
blooms beguiled us all,
And, as she leaves
the sun rescinds,
She bears away our
warmer winds.
Oh, Fall her lover
sees her come,
The two will
blend, and will succumb-
And, intertwine in
reverie,
‘Til leaves have
turned on every tree!
Peter Lowell
Paulson
September 1, 2014
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