Three for Fall

little series of little verses

Jane Woodman
No Crime in Rhymin’

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Fire cider in author’s kitchen

Hot chilies, cider vinegar,
A spoon of honey, too…
If you eat just enough of this,
It burns away the flu.

Persistence of Life in Author’s driveway

Above the meager sunflower
A lonely bumble hovers…
When bees and flowers get this stressed,
We know the Summer’s over.

Melons ripen in author’s Syracuse garden!

Now finally the melons ripen,
Even this far north…
I fear harvest of butternuts
Will call the snowstorms forth!

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