Fields are being harvested;
Apples on the trees are red.
Fledging birds have left their nests;
In view are fairs and August fests.
Flowers have made their last-stand show,
Thus reflecting autumn's glow.
Evenings bring a touch of chill;
The morns are dew capped, autumn-still.

Just about this time of year,
I know that autumntime is near,
Though summer days are still in view,
The autumn scenes are peeking through,
Won't be long till all will know
It's autumn--summer's afterglow.

Loise Pinkerton Fritz
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