Thursday, August 30, 2012


Crisp and cool you come,
Beginnings again for me,
The smell of drying leaves.

Crack the text books,
Sheets of new paper,
Pen or pencil?
Get the eraser.

Runners in the mists,
Early morning muse,
The geese have called,
Farewell to summer’s June.

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