Days Like This

The blood red sun sinks slowly in the western sky.

Heavy dew hangs on a damp, misty morn.

September settles with a gentle sigh.

Fairy rings scattered on a fresh mown lawn

As August slips wearily away.

Clouds are scudding across the pale grey moon.

Already autumn shortens the lazy day

My, but summer went by too soon.

Shortly we will have the trees’ changing hues,

It’s days like this I get the misty morning blues.

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