Clip the last summer blossoms.Take down the blueGlass hummingbird feeders.Tonight a cold front,Maybe a freeze.Rain is falling,Wind blowing,Winter hovers near;Tries to frighten me, butEach season has its own beautyI love them all.Come on!

Sorry, friends and neighborsMy lawn will not be niceThe leaves will not be harvestedOh no!My rake is twinned with glory vinesBeside the garden fenceI cannot, won't, be moving it At all!It might rob those vines of a place to growDeprive them of support,And I could never do that to themNo, no!

Grandma made pies like this, Topped with fresh pecans.Her crust floated and made A layer of Sticky,Yummy,Gooey,SweetCustard between Buttery flaky layers.Enough to make you shout Hallelujah!