Summer, Are You Going?

And so, we come towards the end of August to cool days and cooler nights. Days of fog and heavy mist. Days with wisps of clouds as if they don’t have the energy to be seen. Or perhaps, that is all that remains of them. Leaves appear in the grass like spring flowers. Oh summer, are you going?

We know what follows, what is to come, but not what we’ll become.

Goldenrod lay their heavy heads in the grass, too much for them to hold towards heaven any longer. Just too much.

If I were closer, I could hear the disturbed air as the hummingbird hovers there. Is there a place in your thoughts for me? Do I need bright colors for you to see?