Red leaf thou dost betray me,
Summer’s pleasures now are o’er
For me no cheery fire waits
or steeping pot of tea.
I must be south for months to pass
where stronger sun will warm me
with seasons' cycle I'll return,
to flowers, heat, and grass.
I get downright poetic out in the yard sometimes.
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