The last of the asters bloom
All but spent.
It’s been happening too fast
Since…
The oaks were brilliant
As they surrendered to fall
But I can hardly remember.
The aspens were brilliant
But I wasn’t ready to see them turn.
I try to take in the waning warmth
Left in fall
Since,
Snow dusted peaks warn.
But the present is lost
Since,
Our Goodbye.
RBrashears 2016
