Late Summer’s Sigh

The air is still.

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The summer sun warmer.

The shadows loom longer.

The plant-life grows fuller

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• 

with fruit-heads grown denser

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• 

• 

on spindly stalks, sparser,

Awaiting the moment

when chill air reminds them

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• 

to unhand their burdens

And give up their ghosts

to a well-deserved slumber.

Quietly waiting,

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• 

• 

silent and still,

’til autumn’s first frost leaves them quieter still.

Late Summer’s Sigh

The air is still.

The summer sun warmer,

The shadows loom longer.

The plant-life grows fuller

with fruit-heads grown denser

on spindly stalks sparser,

awaiting the moment

when chill air reminds them

to unhand their burdens

and give up their ghosts to a well-deserved slumber.

Quietly waiting, silent and still,

’til autumn’s first frost leaves them quieter still.