It's hot, blueberry weather
Where the winds fade away.
Where clouds dance from the sun
And never want to stay.
Weather where the days grow long,
And dawn is redefined.
When crickets sing and shout aloud
And fireflies blink and shine.
But alas, what is that there on the porch
Floating by at the end of the day?
A simple red leaf, riding the wind,
Sweeping our blueberry weather away.
-Jenna Mosier
-Jenna Mosier
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