And the happy days fade into fall
Summer memories packed away like bathing suits
Waiting to be recalled
When the season needs
Nude trees rub their bones together
Reminders that change is inevitable
The townsfolk huddle in caves
Surrounded by bright light and vivid colors
Shouting down fear
A lone soul ventures out into the pitch
Searching with reckless hope
For a sign of spring days to come
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