Saturday, January 21, 2017

September Morning


Now dance the shadow
Between the rows of corn;
Rustling leaves whisper
Across the faded lawn;
Yesterday butterflies
Flew in careless flight,
And fireflies filled the meadow
With scintillating light.
First frost comes tonight,
And stars wink winter warning;
Yet warm is the kiss
Of Autumn's golden morning.

~ Betty Hunter

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