Late Summer Poem by Nero CaroZiv

Along the rows of smoky hills and mountains tall
The crimson forest gloom stands,
And all the day the blue-jay quivers and to the air calls
Throughout the autumn-reign over the vast calm lands.

The heat of the day is high by the brook where the maple leans
Summer is back tenacious with all his glory head spread,
Though all the wild trees are prepared on the hills
For the cold era they have turned their green to purple and to red.

Now by great marshes wrapt in foaming mist, that floats to nearby trees
Encircled by lofty reeds past some the river's mouth,
Throughout the long, still summer day the expecting autumn teases
Wild birds are indulging to delay a little more the fly south.


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