The late summer walk

My view is muted to behold the black and white of late summer.

No white exists; green is the black.

Bright summer colors fall between the contrast of the summer’s eternal green.

No whites are detected, only a pop of pale pink, rich purple, and deep yellow.

The warm breeze has a cool shadow that whispers, “Autumn is on its way.”

The winds replaced the jovial children and perpetual waves.

A wind chime clangs to break through the strong breeze’s secrets.

A few leaves fall and dance across my path foreshadowing what is near.


End of Summer

School is starting and it’s again time to say farewell.

We await our friend all year.

The time passes so quickly as a marvel.

Thank you for our adventures, dear.

We enjoyed the sunshine, soft sand, and cool waves.

We slept all morning and traveled long days.

The crack of the bat sent cheers and shockwaves.

It was hard to detect weekends or Mondays.

Adieu cherished friend.

We anticipate our reunion next June.