A Poet's Dozen

fall enters gaily with a shower of bright leaves pushing summer out I truly think that it's a bummer There only is three months of summer. I sadly wave her on her way, Summer whose stay is too soon gone. Our summer, this year, was a winner. We picnicked, vacationed and played. The thermostat peaked before dinner as we drank lemonade in the shade and watched glorious sunsets fade 11/1/15