Autumn, a villanelle

by soberflight

 

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Autumn, a villanelle

 

The morning dew has turned to frost

As summer fades away to fall.

Too late, fragile crops are lost.

 

The windows graced with ice embossed,

Deflecting southbound geese’s call.

The morning dew has turned to frost.

 

Tomatoes on my vines are tossed,

No chance that they’ll turn red at all.

Too late, fragile crops are lost.

 

Revisiting a stream I’ve crossed,

I watch the steamy waterfall.

The morning dew has turned to frost.

 

Milkweed pods release their floss,

Grapevines wither on the wall,

Too late, fragile crops are lost.

 

The stores will raise their produce cost

As supplies from farmers fall.

The morning dew has turned to frost,

Too late, fragile crops are lost.

 

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