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Sitting on the edge of Summer's world
staring Fall in the face.
Sunny days still linger on
while frosty nights threaten Winter's embrace.

Seasons move us on, ever circling,
ever pushing us closer to the end.
Every cycle through the seasons,
a road with a hidden bend.

So let the frost slash at my face,
the snow seep into my bones.
Let Fall trick me into Winter
Once it passes, I'll be home.