As brittle as a kitten
Pawing at a dandelion
Or maybe an old mule sitting
Until he's sleepily lying
Summer has a peculiar way
Of drifting you into slumber
As Fall anticipates the day
The leaves float number by number.
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A beautifully crafted write with great imagery. Yes, we are looking forward to autumn with all the wonderful colors that it brings.