Waiting.......

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?

Pax....