Summer’s Almost Over Now…
Summer’s nearly over now:
Apples blush, heavy, on bending branches;
Heatbugs rasp and saw
Through goldenrod endless afternoons.
Later crickets clatter,
Stitching warm darkness with thin strings of sound.
In the bushes a hundred fireflies
Flitter and fade, pointing the night
With silent white flashes…
…Long shadows in the afternoon;
Peaches yellow in mellow sunshine;
Squash brilliant and bumpy on market stalls;
And the occasional early pumpkin.
Evenings are cooler, nights longer;
Summer’s almost over now. W.H.M