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Destination: Summer's End (Hillwood Gardens, Washington D.C.) 

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Destination: Summer's End (Hillwood Gardens, Washington D.C.) 

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The collage was created from a series of nature photographs at Hillwood Gardens in Washington, D.C. Both the trinet poem and the collection of photos were created by Carol Varsalona.

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Destination: Summer's End (Dalyellup, Western Australia) by Sally Murphy

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Destination: Summer's End (Dalyellup, Western Australia) by Sally Murphy

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When friends drop by
it's a good time for a toast.
Bottoms up!
(Sally Murphy, 2023)

I took this photo at my local lake at the end of summer. I love watching the swans, and thought it was hilarious that all three were head down, bottoms up at the same time.

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I decided to showcase Sally's beloved George who loves to frolic in the Australian waters.
Poem and photo copyright Sally Murphy, 2023

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Destination: Summer's End (Long Island, NY Beach)

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Destination: Summer's End (Long Island, NY Beach)

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The beach is my go-to place to relax and renew my mind, body, and spirit. Both the digital art and haiku are created by Carol Varsalona. (Click on the image to enlarge the image poem.)

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by Matt F. Esenwine, originally published 2018

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Sept. 21 - Swamp Rabbit Trail in Greenville County, SC

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An Inviting Trail to Walk as Summer Turns into Fall by Robyn Hood Black

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An Inviting Trail to Walk as Summer Turns into Fall by Robyn Hood Black

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Sign of season's turn: The forest is full of downed logs, shredded by bears looking for grubs and bugs as they continue to fatten up before winter.

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Season's Turn (for Cinny)

damp duff, musty melancholy

the forest proffers its reluctant farewell

weary bark releases a long hug

from the trunk it has grown to love

one last flicker’s one last bug check

one bear’s late-summer swipe

cast to decay, it surrenders

prostrate, silent as a relic

awaiting first frost

sign of season’s turn

©draft, Patricia J. Franz

September 11, 2023

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Black-Eyed Susans in Fall by Janice Scully

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Black-Eyed Susans in Fall by Janice Scully

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BLACK-EYED SUSANS IN FALL

September colors,
different hues--
Do I see
the best of you?

Your eyes so shocking,
in a yellow blaze
each flower in its
autumn faze.
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But still you seem,
quite calm, unrushed,
and settled in
the evening hush.

© Janice Scully 2023 (Draft)

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Captured at Northampton Park in Spencerport, NY 

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Soaking up sunshine from head to toe,

Memorizing cerulean sky accented with wisps of white

Cherishing the caress of sultry warm breezes

Treasuring the tickle of lush green grass

Repeating birdsongs in my mind

Capturing the final moments of summer in my soul

Feeding me life’s brightness in seasons to come.

This poem was inspired by a rare 80 degree October day is Upstate New York.   While sitting in my backyard, I felt like a squirrel hoarding up pieces of summer to feed on during the long winter.

By Cathy Hutter

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Destination Summer's End haiku by Jane Heitman Healy

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Destination Summer's End haiku by Jane Heitman Healy

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John-Robert, Adelyn, James from Margaret Simon's Gifted Class

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Simon, M's student work- moonflower-1-copy

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Gorgeous Sunflower & haiku-m kogan -9-20-23 

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HOLD DEAR SUMMER

Already fall?
You’ve fallen here
but I’m surely
not ready—No!

Duotone leaves
already fall—
Orangey-burnt
s-l-o-w-d-o-w-n won’t you.

Afternoon light
each day you dim
already fall—
Still, summer calls…

Won’t seasons wait?
Breathless hearts leap
on hurries time—
Already Fall.

© 2023 Michelle Kogan

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2 Sunflowers haiga -michelle kogan-9-27-23