The Last of the Asters

The last of the asters bloom

All but spent.

It’s been happening too fast


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


Snow dusted peaks warn.

But the present is lost


Our Goodbye.

RBrashears 2016

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