It's a nice time of year
the trees are changing
ground is crisping up
and most importantly
the grass doesn't grow so fast
If keep on thinking about bulbs
the effort in maintenance
scuttles the idea
It's a time for jackets and jeans
outdoor fires and snuggling at night
The spiderweb in view still is covered of dew
it's picture perfect
but I'll leave it aside
for I have ones from last season
stored away
My rose bushes are putting on a last display
pink ruffles through the window
this morning they where back lit by
a pink hued sky
Now does that mean wind, rain, or some other myth that i can't recall.
All to soon the warmish mornings will fade and treading into place
the winters air will stir and the frost will crack under foot
but for now I'll look out upon
the pink peek a boo blooms.
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