
Sweet Summer’s Last Act
Basswood leaves hang like dinner plates, flags drooping on the pole.
The animals grow brazen now, I think that one’s a mole.
Brown and white skinned road workers can no longer be distinguished.
Last night’s maple log has yet to be extinguished.
Biting flies rule the day; mosquitos rule the night.
Look, but — sigh — the new birds have taken flight.
Green but full of clover, the grass is sprouting slower.
Fill just one last jug of gas for your mower.
In scum-skimmed lakes, bathing beauties become swamp creatures.
School supplies are on sale again, for students and their teachers.
The air at night blows a reminder.
Colder months are no kinder.
The sun warms as your coffee cools.
Working inside is for fools.
NOTE: MinnesotaBrown.com will take a late summer hiatus this week and part of next week. I’ll be back days before the Aug. 14 primary election with final analysis and a busy season of writing after that.