Slowly the days have been getting shorter, the nights coming on sooner. Though our August went out in a heat wave with balmy temperatures morning to night, this first week of September the mornings have been positively chilly. Yesterday on our pre-breakfast walk, both hubby and I wore gloves to ward off the 12C temp.
To go with the changing season, today a poem I wrote some years ago after noticing the juxtaposition of seasons in our local park.
Seasonal Junction
The shouts of the kids from the pool
and the smell of chlorine alternate
with the smack of a kicked soccer ball
and the prairie-wheat fragrance of grass
on a breeze that blows summer-to-fall
like the warm-to-cool currents that pass
over swimmers in blue summer lakes.
© 2004 by Violet Nesdoly
(First published in Calendar, which is available as a FREE download on Smashwords HERE)
Violet Nesdoly 