The last sweet moments of summer, cherished and mourned. Soon the sun will cast a golden glow about the land. The trees will brighten into balls of fiery splendor. The locust will turn into brilliant fern like bouquets wrapped in dark ribbon branches. Pumpkins will dot the countryside and straw men will stand guard. The nights will cool and lovers will snuggle a bit closer. Some see autumn as death, I see it as a time when the burning leaves turn into cedar bundles ritually cleansing the air of the sadness , hatred, intolerance of the past months, preparing for the white blanket of winter's snow to soon follow.

As I feel the grass beneath my head, still soft and green, I remember the happy days of warmth and flowers hoping their memory will comfort me in the days to come. But will I remember the day when I heard the music in the park and felt the coolness of the fountain? Will the lemonade taste as good? Will I laugh just because it feels so good. Good bye summer..... yes, I will remember.

(This is a repost of a blog I wrote this time last year. I now have many new friends who have not shared this with me. I hope you enjoy.)