chamomile drowses
sleepy in September’s sun
winter’s bedtime tea

paper monument
to wasp ingenuity
soon vacant castle

purple crepe awaits
seeking guidance from heaven
Sol’s opening nod

us pine trees critters
with fuzzy green needled fur
we wiggle in wind

September late sprouts
make haste to shine like their kin
bright tiny starlets

bowed like old women
fading congregation prays
warm afternoon sun

strawberry plants bloom
heedless of summer’s ending
flaming exception

now caterpillar
on a stick, warm in the sun
soon cold winter seeds

 

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