Leaves turning
yellow
Wild geese ready
to leave
But still the
crickets
(Simultaneously published at POETS The Original)
Too cold for summer
Cucumbers are shivering
Tomato still glows
Stumbling at night
A tree shedding fruits
Sorry, old pal!
The night not so dark
Rain keeps falling in thick drops
But the cricket chirps
Lonely dead end street
As darkness falls so
quickly
Pumpkin’s orange glow
The stars
are twinkling
Late summer
provides a beer
A forgotten
song
The
moon is like a lantern
“I
hang from the aspens”
Let’s
drink summer wine
Late summer,
cool
The rabbits
rush to their boroughs
For morning
TV
Some
scattered dark clouds
The first
blue glowing behind
And the
warbler’s song
Light autumn rain
And a carpet of yellow
leaves
People walk upon
.
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