I am waiting most impatiently for Fall.
The insects will have had their way with the bindweed.....
All nectar gone and then to dry.
...The hints of the season tease me as I mow.
Wild grapes filling from all the Summer storms yet ragged
from the same.....
Lush, still, amidst the steam.
....Heat and humidity have brought me to my knees....
I and the leaf have much in common.
We wait for the first crisp wind, to blow us to another season.
And yes, I am ready to spread my wings
and fly far from this hellish Summer;
that has imprisoned me indoors,
has made my flowers bloom amd fade,
and proved to be too much.
Where are you Autumn?
Do you hear my call?