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More poems about Autumn.
END OF SUMMER
Slowly hot summer days desert us, the rays become
quite weak,
The nights cooler, easier we sleep, creatures winter
food do seek,
Flocks of birds start to gather on fences and on cables
up high,
I can no longer depend on the weather as I gaze at
the blue sky.
Summer is slowly dying in grace, fall puts on her best
brightest gown,
The days show their faces much shorter, as night sooner
comes down.
Most of the first harvest is gathered in and quickly put
safely away,
The farmers markets are at their best with good food
on display.
Maybe the changing season from sweet summer to
gentle fall
Is one of the greatest blessing as these seasons both
do call.
There is still much more growing, the best fruit to
be found,
And is even good and tasty if it falls hard upon
the ground,.
Welcome sweet ‘tween season the one I like the
very best,
And much food can be preserved and put to the
taste test.
Come into our kitchen at this wonderful time of
the year
And get to know why ‘tween seasons I praise without
any fear.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 19 April 2006
First written in 98 and lost