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Ode To Summer's End
A hint of blush ‘pon the tips Of leaves still lush As lover’s lips A breeze that sighs As if t’was tired Of mid-Summer highs In doldrums mired A crisped dry smell Perfumes the air Clings tight as well To clothes and hair A dusk that darkles With unseemly haste Midst Fireflies sparkle Midst daylight chased A trace of wood smoke Scents the breeze And woolen cloaks Appear ‘pon knobby knees Ol’ Apple trees… Scarlet blushed in fruit Seem piously to proffer pleas For their scions to take root Degree by degree… Doth the Earth slowly tilt Unperceived by you and me But blossoms notice…begin to wilt A change incremental So slow as to be imperceptible So cosmically elemental So basically inevitable A Summer that begins to show… Its age in ways With longer nights And shortened days Prepares perhaps To soon take leave It’s time’s elapsed No time to grieve Fall awaits it’s turn to shine Upon Mother Nature’s stage Summer sips water melon wine And savors scent of sage 11 stanzas 171 words
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