Lying on the rail,

that squirrel nibbles on some seed.

It’s too hot to sit or stand.

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Their thirst now quenched, trees,

bushes, plants, and grass wait for

the warmth and light of the sun.

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Even though there’s not

a single tree,  that small deer

is not out of the woods yet.

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I look down and see

old and weathered hands. How did

they get so attached to me?

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It’s all well and good

to seize the day, but I would

prefer a softer approach.

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Preparing for fall,

some trees are adding a touch

of gold to their green wardrobe.

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As summer begins

to yield to fall, the sky sheds

tears of both joy and sorrow.

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So busy were they

establishing primacy,

those mourning doves failed to eat.

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On those dark days when

pain threatened to rule, Frida

fought back with pencil and brush.

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