The first golden leafTouches the ground.
The gods of autumn
Are marked with rust.
The sky turns copper and
Trees howl in loneliness.
The mist starts its journey.
Let there be August.
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Yay, august, I love august. Great poem, reminds me of robert frost's nothing gold can stay.
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