The grass turns;
flowers few and lanky
sprawl;
and nights, finally cool,
lengthen;
On gray mornings,
the birds and I are quiet,
waiting.
I depend on golden days
ahead,
leaves crunching
underfoot,
To cheer me,
before the snow.
— Priscilla S. McKinney is a lecturer in English at Kansas University.
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