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PROSPECT FROM THE SEVENTH DECADE

In this late season, Chrysanthemums perch gold and russet on scalloped

Deep green cushions.  White Rose of Sharon holds cold red hearts.

Sedum and Eupatorium fluffs bedazzle the bees, and Roses burst pink

And scarlet before blue and purple Asters take the stage.

In the shade, one red Gladiolus pillar remains, but even

The orange Trumpet Vine grows quiet now as Sunflower and Coneflower

Shed frivolous petals; their heads nod wisely with black and heavy seeds.

On elderly elephant-gray Cottonwoods, yellowing leaves foretell

Farewells and falling, letting go. Winter draws near, and the day of darkness.

But content with autumn's pageant, I let summer pass, ungrieving.

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