Summer’s blooms fading,
fall flowers still aborning.
Seedlings need water.
Red flowers open,
pomegranates in waiting.
We might make sun tea.
Pink roses whisper.
Bougainvillas scream color.
Pastels still enchant.
Epi’s bloomed briefly,
cactus flowers much the same.
I must call my Friends.
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