Sunflower, bent with age, lets fall her seeds
September brought the chill to August’s swelter

Summer’s grandeur is on the wane, and I
Squirrel away its taste and fragrance

Serene is the sunlight filtering through the window
Shining on memories

Songs and words have forgotten
Solitude hovers in the horizon

Sparrows dance a merry dance for the seeds in abundance
Southward flies the migrants

Steel shovel makes holes for the mums
Spring will surprise with what returns


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