Roadside Tale

The reaper comes, grim as ever,

harvesting bright bits of color, 

leaving sweeps of leveled green.

Though his triumph won’t last the summer,

 for a time he reigns supreme.

                                                                                                      JDG

This entry was posted in poetry.

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