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Summer Equinox

 

the air hangs heavy with waiting  

leaves trembling at their edges  

sunlight no longer burns but lingers  

a soft whisper across tired skin  

 

days stretch wide but feel hollow  

the best of summer now fading  

its warmth drips between fingers  

fall peeks but does not speak  

 

we ache for what we can\'t touch  

the golden haze of something ending  

our hearts not yet ready for change  

but the earth keeps turning quiet  

 

this odd uneven breathing time  

where past and future collide gently  

teaching us to hold the present tight  

to love the space between becoming