Ode to Late Summer
The long light of the late August evening is shortening, my post dinner dog walk was a wee bit darker, the colors of the sunset more muted, peach turned to purple, as I stood upon the hill over looking the
Long Legs of Summer
Change is in the air; summer is stretched out prone, her long legs draped across the yard like a sunbather catching the late afternoon sun. The wildflowers are long past blooming, now sporting seedpod maracas just waiting for autumn wind