As Nights Draw Long
by Paulette Demers Turco

Now that summer's gone,
our hope for cooler days
is met each early dawn,
despite weeks of delays.

We catch the setting sun,
now that summer's gone,
as autumn splendor's spun–
might climb Mt. Washington.

We rake leaves from the lawn,
display clay pots of mums.
Now that summer's gone,
we're ready for what comes

as maple branches bare.
As cygnet grew to swan,
fall's gales must chill the air,
now that summer's gone.



 

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