Judith Angell Meyer Poet Free verse

End of Summer For Sure - Version 2 - Hopeful

Looking out my window this 38 degree morning
I saw that:

The bushes are weighted down
with the moisture;
the droplets on the verge of
morphing into ice;
hunkering against the cold.

The weeds are dead and stiff
with the end of a dry season;
now wet, turned into intensely
deep shades of brown
and ochre.

The tall un-mown grasses
are matted down
by leaves fallen at season's end,
gathering the moisture,
ready to rest from summer's toil
in a quiet and peaceful
dormancy.

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Judith Angell Meyer March 15, 2011 at 8:46 AM Thank you Carol. I can always count on you to offer, what is currently, badly needed encouragement. Thank you for your valuable support. Love, ~J~

Carol Sunshine Brown March 15, 2011 at 6:10 AM Congratulations on your poetry being featured this week Judith. Have a wonderful week and may you have baskets full of inspiration come your way. Love, Carol