Photo by Stephen Pedersen on Unsplash

The leaves begin
To turn pale yellow,
A hint of green hues
Around the edges
As the remainder tries
To hold in the summer
Burnt orange with
Reds the others
Kids gather the fallen ones
Falling in and down
To shrill of delight.
Rains now visit the desert
It’s about the only time,
Moisture encompasses
Desert sands
Snow covers
Naked mountain-tops
Birds become more present
No longer stifled
By unbearable heat
Early- morning
An engorged pigeon
Finds its way
To the balcony
Stares back
As if knowing,
She has defeated another
Summer’s past.

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