The Closing of Summer
I see the buzzing of a bumble bee,
and hear the hummingbird’s sweet tune-
I know summer is closing for the year,
as watch the rising of the harvest moon.
I know the days get much shorter,
and the twilight arises as the sun soon fades-
But nothing compares to the sights I see,
of the Autumnal crimson leaflet blades.
Date Written: September 24, 2016
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