year departing

Heron's on the wing
at Scioto riverside
suburban glory

Late August pleasure
the morning grass shines subtly
dew upon its blades

Shining sunbeams light
green glistening leaves
liquid emerald laughing

Frogs and crickets chirp
their euphony at sundown
bid hello to dusk

Great Blue Heron glide
in this clear September sky
bringing only peace.

Front garden today
honeybees and butterflies
lavender nectar

Smelling October
roses cry one last hurrah
bloom in defiance

Damp grass and chill air
fallen leaves and risen sun
November's tableau

Crimson, rose, orange
saffron, gold, and white layers
brief glowing sunrise

A snowy morning
softly heralds the season
of sweet surprises

Tree branches laden
with yesternight's offering
taken in silence




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