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| Los Muertos Crew |
A Tuesday in September
My dog and I walked this
morning, greeted with
weather, requiring a sweatshirt
for me, cool relief for her fur.
The brisk changes of the season
have the leaves fluttering,
still green with hints of
yellow and brown.
Burnweed, unchecked due
to the hurricane a year ago,
towers in the woods with
white snowcaps.
Birdsong is absent. All I
hear is a caw from a distant
crow. I think many have
migrated further south,
their seasonal instinct
better than the best
weather forecast.
Magenta, coral, and scarlet
azaleas, ignore the change
in season and continue to
provide beautiful contrasts
to green and brown.
The Althea has had
abundant blooms since
summer. Still full, it is a
prom full of pink carnations.
I welcome the change in season.
Soon, I can plant more trees,
shrubs, flowers to replace those
destroyed by angry winds a year ago.
Nature always whispers, “Rebuild,”
and I never ignore her advice.
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| John Doriot and Oreo |
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