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Early Autumn

"The foliage has been losing its freshness through the month of August, and here and there a yellow leaf shows itself like the first gray hair amidst the locks of a beauty who has seen one season too many."
- Oliver Wendell Holmes

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The crickets today have joined the chicadas to sing goodbye to summer and welcome fall.

My fall flowers, Joe Pye, Brown Eyed Susans, Butterfly Weed, Milk Weed, Cup Plant, and Gayfeather are all in full bloom.

And tonight Mike Phelps won his 8th gold medal of the 2008 games.

The county fair has one more day

The parks all close tomorrow as the parkees all head back to school.

 

Tags: 2008 Olympics, Mike Phelps, Green Bay, Jet Favre, poetry

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Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;
But there is no joy in Mudville - mighty Casey has struck out.

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Yard Pictures

So many weeds, so little time.

I pretty much like anything green though, as winter white lasts so long.

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Before winter comes and locks the land
Imprisons with ice tipped hand
I must gather, set aside and store
Supplies needed to take me through.
Boxes of clouds from a summer day,
Sunrise and sunset at the shore.
A shell to hold against my ear
To hear the sea, feel the sand warm
From day long shining sun.
Baskets of smells, earth fresh from
A warm spring shower.
Damask roses heady scent
To envelope me in winters dark.
Spring carnations, hyacinths,
New mown grass.
Bushels of sounds, a robin's song,
Beating of wings across the sky.
Buzz of bees hovering, sipping
Nectar from the lily's cup.
Trunks of things you do not see
When winter closes in.
A spiders web of lacy lightness,
Silvered sparkled in morning dew.
Fireflies sending messages after dark,
Moonflowers blooming on the vine.
All the smells and sounds and sights
Stored in my mind for cold winter nights.
...anna alexander