Its Mid September
The brilliance of the ironweed
Has surrendered to the goldenrod
Branches of the weeping cherry
Sway in the breeze almost bare
Fields day by day change colors
In early autumn display
Along fence lines and pastures
Purple aster intensely glow
The butterfly weed fewer visitors
The nest in the eve empty
Its mid September
Roy L. Bonefish Nave
2018



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