The last gasps
Of this
Dog-Day month
Applaud its
Splendid hues...
The Black-Eyed
Susans'
Petals 'swell':
There's gold
among
The mews...
In twelve
weeks
We'll spy
pumpkin patches,
Frost beneath
their vines;
As Earth
prepares
Its future
feast
Of burnished,
Clement
wines...
poem by L.P.-G. / 7-2023
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