Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. – Albert Camus
One night below freezing,
then a second.
Others will follow.
Still the flowers
not as many as before
still flowers stand strong
singing softly,
a little hoarse,
Look at, look at us,
we do this for you.
Might be your last chance,
a weak chorus
still makes a song.
October 3, 1974