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Click hereMilkweed is turning color
Green fades into yellow
The smell of dust kicked up on dirt road
Long stalks of dried up grass
House a thousand grasshoppers
Singing their days away
The way the setting sun reflects
off a birch leaf waving in the breeze
Summer is an old man
Still hale and hearty
But age is showing on his face
and the last stanza really sets the poem. Good work!
I wonder if summer knows about botox?
...by grimacing at the sun. (Sadly, I find more and more true everyday!). I loved the feel of this, my favorite passage being:
"a thousand grasshoppers
Singing their days away
The way the setting sun reflects
off a birch leaf waving in the breeze"
Even that internal rhyme felt right!
quite simple, quite effective, enough clues, that makes the ending hit you.
Made me smile.