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Poem: The Bitter End

 

In honour of the end of August, a poem I wrote about this unique time of year.
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The Bitter End

It’s the bitter end of August
Sultry days wind down
Hazed by Summer’s revelry
Trees cling to green
Limp foliage tired of the sun
Caught between youth’s glow
And the dignity of gold
Bright petals blown away
Fruit yet to come
A last ditch seduction
Before Autumn’s cold

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