Late Blooms

Photo(c)  2004  Loree O'Neil
October's bright and sunny days,
And crisp, star filled cool nights,
Are perfect for late summers' blooms,
Like birds soon to take flight.
With sudden burst of color,
In bold and brilliant hue,
Each bloom then struts, for me to see,
Before it fades from view.
Much like some sad and mourning soul,
Forever to be lost,
Defiant with just one more burst,
Ahead of old Jack Frost.
Another season almost gone,
Time moves to take it's toll,
While Mother Nature wrecks havoc,
And we have no control.
I'll spend the winter days that drag,
Planning for next spring,
Poring through seed catalogs,
That my mailman brings.
Deciding now on colors,
And what I want to plant,
To beautify and to attract,
Grasshoppers, weeds, and ants.
(c)  2004  Loree (Mason) O'Neil

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