August Slipped Away.
In August's chill, the last wind blow.
A gentle hint of spring below.
The cold begins to fade away.
As winter bows to brighter days.
We savour stillness, crisp and clear.
Embracing all that lingers here.
In August;s breath, we learn to trust -
That change will come, as all things must.
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