WILDFLOWER AFTERNOON
Loons are calling.
Pileated woodpeckers knocking.
Blue Jays are squawking.
The woods are talking.
The summer is falling into autumn.
Dog days are forgotten.
Goldenrod and dragonflies.
Puffy clouds in the sky.
The air is fresh for walking.
Time is right for quiet stalking.
To join the woodland choir.
Before the tunes expire.
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