Late New England Summer

by Yankee4youSt. Albans, Vermont, USA

Sep 2011 606 Views 5 comments

Late New England Summer

Peeping off into the still dark
A little late sun begins to rise
Listen to the song of a meadowlark
A soul of mine awakenning so wise
New asters in a pasture embark
A banner all their glory decries
Changing of the guard do earmark
A time when summer slips in demise
Shady beeze flutters with Monarch
A most noble king of butterflies
Off in a distance some dogs bark
A stirring of leaves rattle in surprise
So many signs of change to remark
A time to watch, listen, and surmise

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Posted: Sep 2011

About this poem:

A stiffenning breeze rolls out steady over the hills of these green mountains....shaking the now brittle aging leaves which drop
to the ground one by one.....

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Comments (5)

country_lady67clarion, Pennsylvania USASep 4, 2011

Hmmmmm Yankee I can smell the Autumn in the air the crisp mornings..

gnj4uBoston, Massachusetts USASep 4, 2011

Hi, Yankee4you,
Surely, fall's stirrings a Changing of the guard do earmark. Though sad for the losses your beautiful Vermont sustained, I am happy to see you and your poetry made it through Irene to note the beauty in late NE summer.