A hint of blush
‘pon the tips
Of leaves still lush
As lover’s lips
A breeze that sighs
As if t’was tired
Of mid-Summer highs
In doldrums mired
A crisped dry smell
Perfumes the air
Clings tight as well
To clothes and hair
A dusk that darkles
With unseemly haste
Midst Fireflies sparkle
Midst daylight chased
A trace of wood smoke
Scents the breeze
And woolen cloaks
Appear ‘pon knobby knees
Ol’ Apple trees…
Scarlet blushed in fruit
Seem piously to proffer pleas
For their scions to take root
Degree by degree…
Doth the Earth slowly tilt
Unperceived by you and me
But blossoms notice…begin to wilt
A change incremental
So slow as to be imperceptible
So cosmically elemental
So basically inevitable
A Summer that begins to show…
Its age in ways
With longer nights
And shortened days
Prepares perhaps
To soon take leave
It’s time’s elapsed
No time to grieve
Fall awaits it’s turn to shine
Upon Mother Nature’s stage
Summer sips water melon wine
And savors scent of sage
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