Remember blossom
plum-white, redbud, cherry pink?
How we were young then?
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Webs sag with season’s
bounty, these crickets singing
spinners leaving home
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Sunlight slants again,
yellow leaves sifted and dropped;
thyme droops, shrivels, spent
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Summer spread to dry:
coriander, basil, dill,
fragrant seed by seed
Graceful Press Poetry 
These are wonderful. The soul of autumn.
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Thank you, Claudia. I love my new office view, right over the back yard. So much summer-ending going on down there.
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Obviously the new situation is a good change! I look for more observations as the year turns.
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The wheel turns…(K)
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Faster and faster! Or is that just me?
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It does!
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Cycles–and now the days grow shorter.
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Yes–I grew up very much south of where I live now, and after almost 20 years in “northern parts,” it still amazes me how rapidly the days shorten in this endsummer time.
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Yes, I’ve been waking up in the dark now for a few weeks. I wouldn’t do well further north.
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A beautiful collection.
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Thank you!
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These are all so thoughtful, leading the reader to be more pensive. ‘Thyme drops’ made me smile.
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