This is the last rose of the bush Val & planted. Summer comes and summer goes but the harvest of a good season remains.When grain turns deep orange
And corn tassels way beyond reach
Apple trees bend heavy with fruit
Goldenrod and black-eyed susan trims roadsides
Queen' Lace and Gentian deck theditches
And days brcomr shorter to let us know
Fall is not too far away.
August '89
Now we wait for another line of another poem
"The frost is on the pumpkin."
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