Rain snuffing out the ashes of summer

Temperature of the fiery sky plummets

Trees succumb to the shock of the deluge of rain

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

Beaver on the Banks of the Ohio