In
This
August
Morning’s
Wind,
I sense
Summer’s
End.
My
Garden
Thins,
Flower
Heads
Droop
Down,
And
Soon
The
Beds
Will
Be
Brown
Earth,
Although
Autumn
Has
It’s
Vibrant
Worth.
Bulbs
Will
Rest
And
Roots
Will
Sleep
Safely
In
The
Ground
Until
Seasons
Turn
Around
And
Fragrant
Flowers
Rise
To
Greet
Spring
Skies.