I can feel it, even now,
in the cool night air
and the subtle shift in the evening light,
and in the gentle way the leaves seem to sigh
and say,
“We are tired, and ready to let go.”
As one season waves goodbye
and another prepares to cross the threshold,
I breathe it in and wait,
and know:
All things come in their own time.
A Virginia Writer's Diary 
I can feel it, too!
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I’m looking forward to the change. 🙂 I love summer, but there’s just something about fall.
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It is my favorite season…not too cold, not too hot…just right!
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Yes!
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blow wind
blow
rain
and sun
and just a tad of fun oh yeah!
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Lovely seasonal poem. I feel the cool nights too.
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Thank you! 🙂 I’m enjoying the end of summer, but definitely looking forward to cooler days.
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Lovely poem, Katie. 🧡
I’m more than ready for fall. Around here, the daytime temperatures have been getting up to around 100 for about three weeks now. And the humidity…ugg.
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The humidity is the worst! It’s supposed to be really hot here this weekend, though it cools down pretty well at night. I’m ready for a change.
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Thanks for sharing this idea..but now our summer is in September. Anita
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It stays pretty warm through September around here, too, but the evenings have already started to cool down a little bit. I’ll take what I can get. 😉
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