The End of Summer

The end of summer.

‘Twas yesterday eve that I felt the shift.  The night temperatures would fall much too cold for summer crops.  I gathered my long shawl- orange and reds to match the changing leaves- across my hair and over my shoulders to keep the encroaching dusk chill away and gathered my baskets.

Out into the gardens with falling light I felt for vegetables and fruits in the dirt, on vines, hidden in lush leaves, swiftly clipping and twisting them into my hands.  Watermelons, butternut squash, yellow squash, poblanos, chilies, jalapenos, green peppers, and dozens upon dozens of green tomatoes came tumbling in.

Into the warm house where the fire was lit and the candles dazzled the rainy night.  For rain it poured and torrents of it came, while lightening bid farewell to the summer night games.  An autumn chill has descended here and the nights will stay cool as the sun tends to fall asleep early and the gardening days of fall are almost done.

The oil lamps lit, and candles brighten pages of good books.  And the darkness descends us into a warming rest.  I took a sip of tea and watched him put another log on the fire.

Autumn in the Air

vine

I felt a chill and knew it’d come

he doth snuck in through the night

on glided rain through corn stalks stealth

a new feel to this dawn light.

 

Coloring as he made his way

green beans wave an aspen gold

birds sing brightly from pine perches

prepare for winter untold.

 

Vast pumpkin leaves unfold with grace

the harvest a blessed sight

glinted orange orbs of autumn hide

peering out to children’s delight.

 

Summer sun will still dance about

her familiar warmth a treat

but in the evening’s autumn mist

fall moves o’er farms on painted feet.

Autumn’s Face

fall house

The chill in the air awakens again

A peaceful fog has just rolled in

Pull my flannel closer, a warm embrace

Take in Autumn’s beautiful face

The leaves are donning their new painted cloaks

From Wood Vine to the grand old Oaks

Sienna, Gold, Crimson, brilliant dresses

Trees showing off their bold tresses

Warm sun peeks through, shines on my upturned face

Nostalgic wood smoke warms the space

Embracing a cup of steaming spiced Chai

A brilliant azure Autumn sky