Transition into crimson and amber,
Wither and drift to the ground.
The boundless summer days,
Are dwarfed by the hand of autumn.
Soon, summer’s warmth fades,
To reveal mellower afternoons.
A palm of cool wind
Strokes my face.
Crack the crisp, fallen leaves.
The submerging evening sun
Casts a flaming haze across the horizon,
Heaving a symphony
Of pinks and yellows onto the sky above it.
And like a ghost,
[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2013 EDITION]
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