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Summer's End

By Marilyn (LaraOct7@aol.com)


The nights have turned cool and the days are less hot. Summer has faded and fall has set in. Some mornings I look out my kitchen window and see fog, and if it's very early, which it often is, the mailbox is barely visible.

About this time three years ago, Ben and I visited Ben's brother in North Carolina. He lives just three miles off the Blue Ridge Parkway, in a house on top of a mountain. That fall, the surrounding mountains were a riot of color.

One morning we got up, looked through the sliding glass doors, and saw nothing but fog. It was so dense the trees and deck were dripping water. We talked to friends who were staying in a motel in the valley and they told us it was a beautiful sunny day down there.

I love fog so after breakfast I grabbed my camera and went for a walk.

What experiences have you had with fog? If you don't have fog where you live, try and imagine what it would be like to take a morning walk through a foggy meadow. We'll enjoy whatever you would like to share with us and you may submit your entry to
LaraOct7 (LaraOct7@aol.com)











 


Summer's End

By Amy (Fabulousfilly@aol.com)




THE END OF SUMMER
WHEN WE WERE YOUNG
WAS LIKE A NEW SONG THAT WAS NEVER SUNG
ANTICIPATION,OF WHAT WAS TO BE
LYRICS TO LEARN,PAGES TO READ


LOVERS SAYING GOODBYE UNDER THE MOON
THEY HUGGED AND KISSED AND SPOONED
PROMISES WERE MADE
BUT WE WERE ALWAYS AFRAID


THAT THEY WOULD NOT BE KEPT
AND HE WOULD FORGET
THAT WONDERFUL KISS
WE THOUGHT WAS SHEER BLISS


THE END OF SUMMER AS WE GREW OLD
MEANT BLANKETS AND HEAT CAUSE WE GOT REAL COLD
IT MEANT A WARM FIRE WITH OUR MATE
OR MAYBE A BRAND NEW DATE
PICNICS ALL OVER ITS WEENIE ROAST TIME
HAY RIDES AND QUILTS MARSHMALLOWS DIVINE


AS WE MAKE OUR WAY INTO FALL
SAY HOWDY FOLKS TO ONE AND ALL
PUMPKIN PIE TIME,APPLES TOO
LEAVES CHANGING COLORS, A BIT FROSTY AND BLUE


THIS IS WHAT I CONJURED UP
BY THE TITLE OF THIS POEM
PETTING MY NEW BORN PUP
GOING TO THE CANYON NOW TO WANDER AND ROAM









 


Summer's End

By Sharon (Sunyskys1943@aol.com)




Autumn's cooling air
Desert gardeners rejoice
It's time for planting









 


Summer's End

By Doris (Toto38@aol.com)




The sky is muted by the morning fog, this last day of summer. Trees appear to float above the browning grasses of the swamp, as their branches reach for the fog-bound sun to warm them. The geese will be flying from their hiding places to begin their journey south to winter's warmer climes. As the sun burns off, the air dries and a soft breeze blows across the grasses moving the hidden urchins to hunt for food. It is the end of Summer, and the beginning of Autumn...and it's changing scenes.








 


First Day of Autumn

By Phyllis Ann (Starbird55@comcast.net)




Autumn brings ground fog which envelopes the early morning landscape like a swirling blanket of cotton.


As soon as the sun begins to do its magic, it burns off to reveal a resplendent palate of color during summer forgotten.



Birds dart and fly happily over the terrain in the coolness of an Autumn sky.
Ground squirrels scamper and know that Winter is on the horizon and soon will be nigh.


Grasshoppers and other critters seem busy doing what Nature has taught them to do.
We know that Summer is over, and it is time to refresh and renew.



Grasses are beginning to brown as trees begin to shed their Summer leaves.
We smile as we search through our closet for shirts with longer sleeves.



A foggy start often gives way to a sunlit day.
So, don't be depressed as summer fades away.



Starbird55, Phyllis Ann









 


An End to Summer

By susi Taylor (Texaswishr@aol.com)




I can always tell when the end of summer is near
The flowers in my porch box tremble with fear
And start blooming like there's no tomorrow
Thinking that if they show all their colors,
Maybe they won't know winter's sorrow


Another sign that summer is almost over
The milkweed pods explode and their seeds hover
And sail away to fulfill their growth potential
Which may be miles away from here
So you see, summer's end is simply essential


The leaves on the maple and cottonwood begin to turn
And in the air, the scent of the first of Autumn's leaf burn
The apple trees drop their red and green windfalls
The squirrels raid the used up gardens for ground corn
The Mockingbird sings its repertoire of bird calls
Summer is gone, Autumn is here, and winter is waiting to be born









 


End of Summer

By Joy (JOY3032@aol.com)




Fog slowly rising from the pond
Geese sleeping in the lowland
Sun low in the East
Ready to burn off the haze


Trees tipped with red
Wind teasing the leaves to fall
Making a rustling sound
Outside my bedroom


Pulling the covers closer
Yawning and stretching
Mentally I change the season
Reaching in the back of the closet


Sweaters and long sleeved clothes
Giving a revival to my wardrobe
Long forgotten things
Bringing back memories of last Fall


Slowly rising, feet on cool floors
Dashing to the hot shower
Invigorated by the weather
Ready to meet the day!









 


Summer's End

By Tom (tomWYO@aol.com)




Mist on the meadow in early morn
Sun will soon burn it off.
Grass in the lea all turned brown,
soon fall colors will appear.


Meadowlark singing, robins too,
welcoming another bright September morn,
dew so heavy, not any rain,
hopefully the trees will have lots of color.


Another of Mother Nature’s scenes,
stream flowing through the beautiful meadow.
Stop, listen and you too can hear,
delightful sounds of our world.



©tom Hamm, 092208









 


A Season New

By Norma (Twi1ite@sbcglobal.net)




Misty morning carpet rolls,
Revealing grasses ripe and gold
At summer's demise,
And harvest's rise.


Soon to be in bales of square,
For cattle's fattening winter fare,
Where at its roots, snakes tunnel holes,
Bug and beast plan for the cold.


Sneak preview, a map of life,
Feast and famine, dark and light,
Rhythms of waving breeze on grain,
A season new, snow, wind, sun, rain.









 


Never-ending Summer

By Swampetta (SWAMPETTA@aol.com)




It's always Summer in my mind.
Always sunshine do I find.
Even when the clouds go gray
Just a rainy Summer day.
When the leaves begin to fly
And the winds blow briskly by,
I refuse to heed the call.
It's not yet Autumn, not at all.
If I wait just long enough,
Through the blizzards and other stuff,
I will find a warm day in Spring
That gives me a reason to sing.
There will come that day in June
That brings with it Summer's tune.









 


Summer's End

By Lilly (Lilprincessitali@aol.com)




SUMMER'S END, NOT QUITE. FLOWERS STILL BLOOMING
IN POTS, AND ALL AROUND HERE AND THERE, YET
BLACK-EYED SUSANS SHOWING HAPPY FACES
LOVELY DAYS LINGER WITH WARM SUNSHINE
PICKED LAST OF TOMATOES, A SIGN OF LATE SUMMER
THE CORN IN FIELDS PICKED AND HAULED TO MARKETS
THE ONLY SIGN OF AUTUMN I DO SEE
THE LAST ROSE ON A WILD THORNY BUSH OPENED
GAVE FRAGRANCE OF SUMMER STILL HERE
LEAVES STILL GREEN AND THE GRASS, TOO
MAYBE ALL WILL CHANGE WITHIN A WEEK









 


One Foggy Morn

By Connie (CSThomas@aol.com)




Sorrow precedes these salty tears
where fog has cast dimness ---
I must look beyond the fog
and the happiness I've known
where the light beyond will hold its own
and the gloominess soon disappears ~


The stillness in the air
permeates the quiet of the morn
as the sun rises and dries the dew
making for a beautiful day
happier thoughts are now abound
laughter is heard throughout the city ~









 


Summer's Foggy End

By Cara (Cara617@aol.com)




The fog crept slowly
Encircling the dim meadow.
Insects hide away
and wait for the warming sun
to shine and brighten the day.












         

 

 






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