Fall is in the Air
Summer fading fast, a harvest at last.
The colors of the petunias
Paint the retinas of my eyes;
Nature chooses not to disguise
It beauties and wonders
As the bees dance in sweet
Rhythm and rhymes-
Completing their daily chores
To collect more and more
As the robin dances
Prances
Cross the lawn
To where fresh water flows
And worms arise
And ribbons of ants
Dance and prance
Across the thick green leaves
To invade the broken melon
That smells a fresh breeze
Teasing all in agony
For that first fresh slice
As green rinds,
Black seeds
And red meat,
So sweet!
But fall is in the air.
Paint the retinas of my eyes;
Nature chooses not to disguise
It beauties and wonders
As the bees dance in sweet
Rhythm and rhymes-
Completing their daily chores
To collect more and more
As the robin dances
Prances
Cross the lawn
To where fresh water flows
And worms arise
And ribbons of ants
Dance and prance
Across the thick green leaves
To invade the broken melon
That smells a fresh breeze
Teasing all in agony
For that first fresh slice
As green rinds,
Black seeds
And red meat,
So sweet!
But fall is in the air.
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