Gold
As pure as
Any can
Be
Hand crafted by
Nature
For all to
See
Don’t beg, borrow
Or
Steal it for
Me
It’s there
For the picking
Perfectly
Free
decay underway
perennials past their peak
flowers bid adieu
Butterfly
Flutters
By
So
Light on
The
Wing
Making
Hearts
Sing
as Coneflowers fade
Black-eyed Susan tsunami
on the horizon
