Beaver on the Banks of the Ohio

  Rain snuffing out the ashes of summer Temperature of the fiery sky plummets Trees succumb to the shock of deluge Petrified leaves bleed green blood abandon their masts and fall away Drift into piles of ghostly droves  Only to be replaced by jack frost As a river town turns in on itself As boats get wrapped away for winter Layers of insulation hides young ladies' fading tans When warm winds wince at the cold front approaching  Sept. 5, 2025