There is a yellow in the green
Turned summer from cautious spring
The spiders and horseflies take hold
from lavender rose butterfly wings
A shriveling fever fills every nook
A desolate valley from a babbling brook
The heat settles in from the western stronghold,
the shallow, cool breeze long overtook
What yesterday faintly bloomed now bursts forth in madness
A nights rest has dried this vast plane of wild grasses
I sit on the porch watching changes, dynamic and bold
The air reeks of regret and once promised chances.
Hemlocked Heart 
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