by Ann B. Day
Late summer is yellow
with goldenrod plumes,
black-eyed Susans,
and golden fields
filled with reedy grass
and gardens blossoming
with pumpkin flowers,
and roadsides crowded
with primrose, St. John’s wort,
mullein, and bygone buttercups.
Deep valley fog glows
in September sunrises,
that sends shafts of light
through ghostly trees.
Late summer is yellow –
fading—except for pure white
of Queen Anne’s lace
and the audacious crimson
of dogwood leaves
that hang from
horizontal branches;
drops of summer’s
blood.
Smoky Quartz 