There's snow on the mountain,
White and cold in the morning light,
A change!
Summer's warm grasp on the world
Has been broken,
And we slip from the sun
Into the gray and cold.
We will remember,
We will long for summer,
As we put on jackets
And bow our heads before the rain,
Wondering at the snow on the mountain,
Marking the end of summer,
On this autumn morning.
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