Three for Fall
little series of little verses
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1 min readSep 26, 2020
Hot chilies, cider vinegar,
A spoon of honey, too…
If you eat just enough of this,
It burns away the flu.
Above the meager sunflower
A lonely bumble hovers…
When bees and flowers get this stressed,
We know the Summer’s over.
Now finally the melons ripen,
Even this far north…
I fear harvest of butternuts
Will call the snowstorms forth!