Summer’s blooms fading,
fall flowers still aborning.
Cuttings need water.
Red flowers opened,
pomegranates in kitchens.
We might make some tea.
Hibiscus whispers,
Bougainvillas scream color.
Pastels still enchant.
Epi’s bloomed briefly,
cactus flowers much the same.
I must call my Friends.
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