Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Dry
No
harsher sign
of Summer’s end
than
Mullein leaves,
now parchment curls
where
palest softest
healing velvet was. ¶ 5:17 pm
No
harsher sign
of Summer’s end
than
Mullein leaves,
now parchment curls
where
palest softest
healing velvet was. ¶ 5:17 pm
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A very nice poem, Jean. Everything supposed to be green and growing here looks like that plant now. We have had so little rain this summer.
Argh, I hate the fall! No, not hate. But I am always sad when the summer is ending, however beautiful the fall can be.
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