Late August Days
Late August days, I start to feel
faint hints of coming fall.
The climbing sun steals their appeal.
We’re still in summer’s thrall.
I must not be remiss.
Each season brings its kiss
from Nature’s store of bliss.
Pre-fall, I praise,
late August days.
August 31, 2021
Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2021
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