Caught at the lights
My window's down
Sudden gust blew through
Dry leaves, crackling sound
Tiny spots of rain came in
Upon that quickly gusting wind
As I looked around, frowned
Summer's over: autumn's bound
Soon enough winter's in
Season's changing already
My thoughts turned inward
My heart: concerned: leapt
The times they are a changing...
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