Hazy Days
The hazy days
Let us know the summer’s end.
Air is still warm
And the evergreen
Mixed with colors to fill
When days grow short
And the nights are tall.
What you feel is
Summer’s end
Wo learned the music and listens
To the wind whispers
That is called Fall.
Leaves are ready to grow,
Get color and fall.
It is not a choice,
It is a change
Of the hazy days
That let us know the summer’s end.
Do not regret –
Fall brings abundance,
The leave fall’s dance –
The symphony of harvest
Who listens
To the wind whispers.
Tomshinsky@2025
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