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Last Rose

By: - Sep 01, 2021

Last Rose

Ida creeping in
Typically
Yet another gloomy day
This the summer
That never was
Started hot
Scorched earth
With fires out west
Here it rained
Wettest ever July
Rather quiet for us
Even restful
No Tanglewood
Jacob’s Pillow
Or even theatre
Recovering from
Surgery in March
A winter from hell
Enemy at the Gates
Double trouble
The Horror, The Horror
During a pandemic
Making steady progress
Slow by slow
Cultivating stillness
Something new for me
Tricky old dog
That I be
When weather permits
Meeting friends
Dinner at the club
Magnificent views
Manicured greens
Enjoying white privilege
Different from us
How very true
That living well
Is the best revenge
Getting high with
The help of our friends
Too soon
Winter upon us
According to
Old Charlie’s Almanac
First snow
Before Halloween
Until then
Last rose of summer
Mignonne allons voir si la rose
How we love flowers
She and I
These many years
Abundance of harvest
Local farm stands
Now September
Always best month
In the Berkshires