the last summer tomatoes

 

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The change is upon us

and the Fall mornings have a whole new feel

the sidewalk is cold and damp underfoot

the marine layer momentarily getting the upper hand

on the summer high pressure

at least on the coast

and I'll settle for that.

Soon the rattle and clicks of the summer

will fade into the fog

The legends of ants

will climb aboard the mosquitoes

shout "Hi Ho Silver"

and fly off into the sunset.

The harvest moon shines

the last summer tomatoes

are its gift to you