The air is truly golden as I wake up with the dawn I stroll throughout my garden with roses nearly gone They have given me their very best as summer says "Adieu!" Now the longer days will disappear like my footprints in the dew. New colors are now taking place of gentle pinks and reds Mother Nature gives us violets, teals, and oranges instead. And crimson, and the brightest golds become the maple's story The oaks give their best salute to Mother Nature's glory. The fragile blossoms bow their heads to mums and bittersweet On the porches and the doorways, big bright pumpkins soon will greet All summer long the blooms, so sweet, have given us their best And as a reward for their loveliness, they soon will be at rest. --Shelley D. Sparks 9/9/99 |
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