Late August
In air of treat
Before colors rust
Roses sweet
Of fire sky
And shadings red
Knotting tie
Of flowers bed
Late summer
In flowing dark
For autumn's comer
Of reddish spark
Earth is plumbing
Its ripe enhance
And thus becoming
A world in trance
Late shady blaze
In garden ground
Its many ways
Those now are found
Before the fall
And leaves falling
In breezy brawl
For winter´s calling
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