WHIFFLE
There's a whiffle of fall
In the soft sullen air
Almost imperceptible
But it is there
Still the warm summer breeze
Clings, hanging to the maples
And magnolias, full of leaves
Not bare, as the nighttimes
Begin there measured cooling,
We perceive an autumn there
And we saw a butterfly
Flitting, flirting nimbly,
Flying away presumably
On a dare
Soon the summer endeth
For autumn is acoming
There's a pleasant whiffle
Of it, we sense it slightly
Lightly, in the summer aire
(Written on August 8, 2018)
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