Winds of change are whisking through, bringing cool, crisp winds in exchange for my  energy, my vitality. I’m no longer dining on carefree air , enjoying the loves of my life.

Trees and plants are dropping their greens in exchange for vibrant oranges and reds.  This too, I love…but it also signals  the approach of the bitterness of another cycle of stinging cold,  shunned warmth, like the arms of a lost lover

I will miss my friend…my beloved summer, its freedom coursing my veins. I have not many visits left.

Oh please, dear one, can you linger a little longer?

  so incredibly cool up close!  This is the first time I planted sunflowers.  And while I LOVE them, they took over my whole garden…what majesty…what pure embodiment of summer.