Sweet greens and shaded glens start to change their clothes…

As she puts her sweater on…

Giving her approval…for the autumn nights to chill..

And the streams to shiver in the dark.

 

Dragonfly wings get slower… as they await the sun to warm…

June bugs keep looking for a new name…

Multicolored Mums become the new game…

“Stamina counts”, they say…

Her favorite spider starts sending out her young in silk strings…

To the wind.

 

Mary knows that fall never waits…

Childhood memories of apples and pumpkins…

Tons of swallows covering the skies …waving goodbye..

The color of the trees near the white barn..

Always start too early…leave too soon.

 

The moon seems so full and big… so low this time of year

As if it is trying to keep warm too…

Season of loveliness waits in the wings…

And so the end of the growth of things..

And crawling things descend …singing birds pack their bags..

 

What she loves so much of Summer…soon the leaves will cover…

But in each of its whispers of fond farewell…

There is a new Summer.. next Spring must sell..

And Mary shall… find new roses to smell…

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