It seems as though you are still summer
Though feeders now have empty chairs
And flowers sleep later still
And turn with evening’s chill
You cling tight to life
Death at the door
Without cries
You leave
Me
This is a third nine-line poem. I realized after the first, I did not follow the directions completely.
mehflowers 
Oh, I do like this Mary! Feeders with empty chairs and the turning of the season accepted by nature. Beautifully done!
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The grief of bereavement comes through in that very personal ending. Lovely.
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