Summer's over. Work is through.
Lady, get to bed.
Where your tasty meadow grew,
now a stubble rubs instead.
Dream of lice and aphids,
brood on summer scale,
Hide your wings from crystal freeze,
polka dots from bouncing hail.
Shrink from bleak and blizzard whiffs.
Barely breathe: it's best.
Ladybug, no buts and ifs.
Close your shutters, come to rest.
-Norma Farber
Pinegreenwoods Potry Path
