The warmth of summer has peaked;
the first blush of fall gathers
in subtle shades of fire.
The wind sighs in the branches,
enjoying its last dance among
the verdant leaves.
Soon, it will swirl and twirl,
laughing at the antics of its
golden partners.
The coneflowers, resplendent in
brilliant yellows, call to the
asters and mums: come out,
share the moment that nature
has chosen to repaint
the landscape.
The changing season
reaffirms that all is well;
the circle is unbroken;
that life continues.
An entry for Day 2, "Invalid Item"
Prompt: Write a poem in the Inspirational or Nature genre. Include the words "peak" and "fire"
Line Count: 19
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