Summer lifts her head
revealing flushed cheeks and bruised lips.
She’s slowly falling apart to be replaced
by a much colder, duller version of herself–
her vibrant greens being replaced
by reds and oranges, the dying evidence of her fiery, passionate sparks,
but mostly by browns, evidence of the light and life
fading from her eyes.
Time says that it is long past time
to tell her goodbye,
rest well,
see you next year.
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The Yellow Brick Ave 
Fine personification of season, Joy. I enJOYed reading it, and then looked out my window at the 4 inches of freshly fallen snow, & returned to the screen to enJOY it again.
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Great use of personification. Well penned! 🙂
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Thank you!
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Beautiful!
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