Summer's end is rather nostalgic. I went with sis's kids to the nearby ice cream shop more often than I care to admit, but I didn't sit out on the back deck at dusk enough times, listening to the croaking bullfrogs and peeping birds readying for nightfall.
Tree trunks, dark with autumn's rain
cling to leaves which spin and strain
wearing fiery colors bright-
Crimson, orange and gold delight!
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Strong and stronger, winds now blow
teasing us with threats of snow.
Like confetti, leaves swirl down,
form discarded brocade gown.
HHC
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