How do we say goodbye to summer?Though weeks ahead still whisper heat in the air, Indian summer nights and cool crisp lemonade in your glass, the unmistakable chill in the morning awakening, foretells the season's end.
Can't bear to see the sunlight fade into the early evening light.,.
Giving way to shadows so soon defining autumn night.
It's coming on the wings of dried grass, golden, fried, hills bereft of lush green birth.
No longer seen for miles, no more summer bands, dancing in mirth.
Darkness coming quickly to replace the daylight savings. Earlier to bed, warmer meals, replacing the lighter fare cravings.
Hunting season comeing on bended knee. Must wait for permission to segue into fall. Not ready. Hold steady. A month still in full blossom and heat.
Beach, and, waves still beckon. Don't leave us yet. Please stay. A promise of sun bleached towels, laying in the sand, offerings of oiled skin; imprints left behind.
Sand castles needing to be built. Photos wanting to be remembered. Saved.
Layers of summer lingering in the horizon.
Catching glimpses of watery bliss, surrounding bodies in blue depths.
Don't want to see it go so soon. Not enough of plenty. Not time to let this beauty in swarms of lusty waves of natures's months sublime.
Stay a while longer. Please don't go.
Don't let the moth torn blankets replace the colorful towels of sand and shovels. Please linger a little longer.
Lay a little low.
Soon enough, her seasons change to darker colors. Layers of leaves, burdened with mildew and frost; warnings of freezing tones and hews.
Summer will soon be old news.
Not ready to put away shorts, sandals, beach chairs and floaties. Not going to move the the lawn chairs from the deck. Not going to rake the pine needles and bag the remains of a season so short, cut off by celestial disciplines. Not willing to replace the cottons for woolens. Way too soon.
Please let summer stay a while longer. Don't predict an early autumn and chilling news of winter coming before its due. Please don't tell me to stop wearing crisp, delicate whites and soft fabrics wrapped around my knees and ankles, kissing my shoulders with strapless tops.
Let me see the later sunsets, gentle breezes long into the night and the moon and stars so bright into the summer nights. Don't take them away.
Allow the heat to surround our senses, tickle our noses, pollenate our budding delights with seeding glory. We need so much more of this.
Don't let the leaves dry out, the colors fade from the petals, the ground harden into next seasons slow death.
I can't bear it. Not yet.
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Comments
Boreville - Um...I believe I said, "It's coming...I can feel it." That'll have to do!
I envy you Cathy and I miss the Rockies in a big way. I often wake up startled, wondering just how in hell I ended up here with the rattle snakes, black widows and the scorpions. Must be all my wild life as a young man coming back in the form of Karma
Boomer - So sorry for ya but can't you just go to the ocean to beat the heat?! Run through the sprinkler?! We only went to the beach once this summer. A crying shame. Shame on us, but not enough beach days that weren't cold and windy up here. Boo hoo.
Weighing Ops - Oh, me too! Just not ready for it yet.
Leon - Thanks much! I have written a post about Autumn before and just may repost it in the weeks ahead.
Cartouche - Great to see you here, thanks!