Last Dregs of Summer
The last dregs of summer, as autumn arrives
Sun seeking birds now take to the sky.
Black juicy brambles are there for the taking,
Apples now ripe, soon mums will be baking.
Candlelit lanterns will take to the streets,
As children cry out,"is it trick or treat."
As November fires light up the sky
Guy Fawkes is burning, and winter is nigh.
Oh blessed autumn such bounty you bring,
The year's parting gifts, before winter's sting.
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