Poet’s Corner: Days of Summer are Ending

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Days of Summer are Ending
by Greg Zemlansky

The leaves are changing and so is the

weather.

It’s time to put away the summer shorts

and put on a frumpy sweater.

There’s a crispness in the air that greets

the sun rising.

The red rose weeps a tear knowing the

days of summer are ending.

A wispy veil of frosty dew covers the

remains of dying flowers.

Colorful leaves not making a sound

falling softly from almost bare trees.

Squirrels hoarding in their full cheeks

fall’s fruit of labor;

scurrying to a secret stash hiding place

way from his neighbor.

Leaves guided by the north wind to

land in an unknown place.

The crackling sounds are heavenly

from a warm fireplace.

Halloween is near and Thanksgiving

is coming;

harvest days are here and summer

days are ending.

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