Thirty Summers

It's midnight under a full moon

And August is at an end

And cicadas sing with crickets

 With the holler's whispering wind

 

As it has before,

The first breath of fall

Goosebumps my skin

 

Thirty summers I have seen

Yet

Each time I'm surprised

how sharp the keen

 

There is nothing as sweet

as being sad

That September has come again

 

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