Rain is coming

With dark of night

But through today

Heat is our blight

Hot winds rustle

And tree bough sway

My skin still burns

In shadow's spray

Leaves scorched gray brown

Hang limp on stems

Hot heat too much

For fragile gems

Plants have withdrawn

Into brown soil

Tough roots will rest

Through winter's toil

As sun's rays blaze

And fall begins

A summer solider

Splits green bud skins

Zinnias bloom

A final stand

Tough garden flower

Big as my hand

Red, yellow, white

Orange and pink

Colors still splash

As bright as ink

I will collect

Heads of your seed

Leaving most for

Birds winter feed

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