Summer fades,
and with it goes
sweet white corn,
tomatoes plump with juice,
beans plucked from the vine,
strawberry mouse,
raspberries divine.
Summer's filled with watermelon seeds,
blueberries picked beneath a sharp clear sky,
fresh garden peas and rhubarb pie.
Summer's fled,
pumpkins are sold from roadside stands.
Fruit is on the trees,
There is a wisp of frost.
It's time for basted grouse and applesauce.
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