Daylight and nighttime fight for prominence
while the veil thins between dimensions.
Summer eventually yields its dominance
allowing Fall to make its ascension.
Green flora prepare for their yearly slumber,
vast hues of brilliance take their place
in shades of orange and gold and umber,
As the previous season abates.
Along with the glorious sights unfolding
we reflect on lives and innocence lost;
the 11th, a time of mournful tolling;
an entire nation charged with the cost.
About the Creator
Liz Montano
Former news reporter, now a multi-genre novelist who's indie-published out of impatience. I'm much happier now writing stories and endings that touch and make readers feel. I can be contacted at elizabethmontano.com or #newsbizlizzy on X.
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