Last Days of September
A tribute in verse
Last days of September
most fleeting of all.
We give up the Summer
and welcome the Fall.
when trees hide their green
to showcase their gold
And songbirds and insects
know what is foretold.
Last days of September
most fleeting of all.
We give up the Summer
and welcome the Fall.
when trees hide their green
to showcase their gold
And songbirds and insects
know what is foretold.
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Deborah Barchi has recently retired from her career as a librarian and now has time to read, explore nature, and write poetry and essays.