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Show Autumn Fields. Waving plumes of golden rod. Vervain spikes that slowly nod As the brown moth stops to sip Honey from each purple lip: Clematis, like fall of snow. Sunflowers in stately row. Lengths of purple mist that curl Close to earth and then unfurl, Like a veil in gentle wind; Milkweed pods, all satin-lined, Asters blue and iron weed. Dandelions gone to seed Autumn fields that stretch away With the yellow cone flowers gay, Soon will lie, all stricken, cold, Saddened as the year grows old; Now they wait in glad reprieve. While the summer takes her leave. |