Frost Killed the Marigolds

Frost killed the Marigolds
It settled in before dawn
The chill companion to a deep narcotic fog

The Morning Glory
In their leisurely conquest of the pasture fence
were caught by surprise
Their velvety blooms
Cloaked in the thinnest glaze of ice

The Apple Trees
Huddled and alike
Are defeated
Shedding blighted leaves
and blemished fruit

Only the Peach Tree
Stands untouched

A thick mass of deep shining green
Ten thousand leaves
Breezy as pennant flags

Defiant of the coming winter
She burns a deep reserve
Of August warmth

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