The Bunting is Down

Summer is winding down.  I see it in the garden.  I see it on my watch, when I check the time as the sun hits the evening horizon.  I feel it in the early morning air.

The bunting is down at The Gazebo back home.

Oh, August, you are bright, warm, and melancholy.

How I love you. 

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2 Responses to The Bunting is Down

  1. Loosehead Prop says:

    Shouldn’t it be after Labor Day? When you put away your whites until after next Easter?

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