In morning's stillness before the
dew drops disappear,
I walk in quiet solitude and know
that fall is near.
The grass once sparse has toughened
and the caterpillars have retreated
to their interior.
All of nature seems to sense this
season is through
And those hard days of winter are
soon to ensue.
My roses have formed their hips and
I wonder how swiftly those days of
Leaves have all but covered my back
My once lovely blossoms in their
graves now lay.
Yet the day is still warm from the
last summer heat.
Until this seasonal transformation
is finally complete.
Could I but keep this image burned
upon my brain
Then perhaps I would not feel cruel
Alas such moments are so few and far
For new sights and sounds wipe that
Today I went walking under summer's
And the journey was worth it, I
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