School starts this coming Monday, so even though we have another month of summer, we're on the edge of the new season.
Here's a short poem by Howard Nemerov:
When in still air and still in summertime
A leaf has had enough of this, it seems
To make up its mind to go; fine as a sage
It's drifting in detachment down the road."
- Howard Nemerov, Threshold
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