Today it still is summer,
tomorrow will be fall.
I see the purple asters,
I hear the autumn's call.
I feel the warm sun shining
as a balmy south wind blows,
I see more flowers bloomimg,
and I see the grass still grows.
The goldenrod is waving,
the bees are in the clover.
I hear a distant honking -
the geese are flying over.
The maple leaves are golden,
the pumpkins, round and yellow.
The apple cheeks are rosy,
the pears are getting mellow.
The nuts are growing rounder,
the cornstalks - brown and sear.
By twenty lovely tokens
I know that fall is near.
Today it still is summer,
tomorrow will be fall.
Today I still am barefoot,
oh, how I love it all...
(Nona Keen Duffy)
