Seeds

While the earth remains, seedtime and harvest, 

and cold and heat,

 and summer and winter,

 and day and night shall not cease.

Genesis 8:22

Summer's over—no blooms

Scent the air as they did on

August evenings

Yet, like a gift, each flower leaves behind

A little wooden parcel of seeds

Some to be nibbled by hungry birds

Some to fall and produce

Another summer avalanche 

Of color and soft ruffled blooms.