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Leggy zinnias,
their leaves a crispy brown,
lean like tired old women
in our gardens.
August's hot sauce weather
hangs heavy, collecting
the ragweed pollen,
a taste of summer's end.
Evening dusk arrives
earlier than an invited guest,
knocking on the door,
impatient ...
as Autumn shuffles her
feet waiting to enter.
© by Merle Hazard.
Used with the author's permission.
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Merle Hazard lives in Macon, Georgia. Her poems have appeared in a number of secular and inspirational publications. A home health and hospice nurse for many years, she worked as a director of programs as well as at bedsides. Now retired, Merle enjoys reading, walking, playing bridge, feeding the birds, her garden, and spending time with friends and family--including her two sons and six grandchildren.
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Wilda Morris:
Great images! A wonderful poem, Merle!
Posted 08/31/2020 10:26 PM
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Anastasia:
I remember the zinnias in my parents' garden getting leggy and listless at this time of year, much as my brothers and I felt at the end of summer. Thank you for the nice memory!
Posted 08/25/2020 07:57 PM
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Lori Levy:
Beautiful images.
Posted 08/25/2020 03:27 PM
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barbsteff:
Perfect piece Merle! So evocative. Barb Germiat
Posted 08/25/2020 03:27 PM
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Jean Colonomos-1:
A wonderfilled poem with arresting images. I love the last two lines.
Posted 08/25/2020 09:53 AM
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Janet Leahy:
Love the early dusk knocking at the door, impatient.
I will so miss the light that lingers into summer evenings. I enjoyed your poem, thank you.
Posted 08/25/2020 09:48 AM
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michael escoubas:
Excellent piece Merle . . . visual and sensuous.
Posted 08/25/2020 08:38 AM
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r1manchester:
really nice imagery, nifty poem!
Posted 08/25/2020 07:49 AM
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mail@schoolbusmart.com:
Lol. Darn spellcheck. Autumn shuffling her feet. Randy
Posted 08/25/2020 07:40 AM
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mail@schoolbusmart.com:
Hot sauce weather and suburb stuffing get feet. Very nice. Randy
Posted 08/25/2020 07:38 AM
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