A pang, to see the grasses of late summer
And the dry branches standing ruddy
Under evening light
She reaps harvests from her window
From the pages and the diodes
That bring her the world
A scant three hundred feet square
Where there is nothing to constrain
And everything to own
She discards the weekdays
While dwelling on
Late summer sun
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Ah, my dear summer is coming to an end, and I am dejected by the falling leaves and the coming of autumn, beautiful as it may be, it betides the advent of winter. Uuugggghhhhhh !!! 🙂
Autumn is my favourite season and yet it makes me feel that way too! Thanks for reading, Paul
Yep, another long, dark winter ahead! At least the autumn itself is nice…
Simply stunning. Beautiful!
Thank you, John!