The late summer walk

My view is muted to behold the black and white of late summer.

No white exists; green is the black.

Bright summer colors fall between the contrast of the summer’s eternal green.

No whites are detected, only a pop of pale pink, rich purple, and deep yellow.

The warm breeze has a cool shadow that whispers, “Autumn is on its way.”

The winds replaced the jovial children and perpetual waves.

A wind chime clangs to break through the strong breeze’s secrets.

A few leaves fall and dance across my path foreshadowing what is near.

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