Summer’s End

It’s almost the middle of September. Summer is ending and fall is beginning. I love the fall, the cooler temperatures, the pumpkin spice everything, apples, sweaters, and all the fall holidays. But I am not ready for all of that yet. I want to linger a little longer to my summer vacation traveling with my husband and not keeping to any schedule. This weekend we had classic summer thunderstorms that blew the yellow leaves of the trees and created rivers from tiny streams. The power of nature is breathtaking and awesome. It reminds me of how small we truly are.

Summer Storm

We lie
back to back
as rain
rolls in
with heavy
heart-beats.
I lie
and listen,
thunder rumbling
in the distance.
I absorb 
like dry earth
what is cast down.
But soon find
I am brimful.
Suddenly,
the room
is illuminated.
Lightning cracks,
Splits the sky.

Good-bye summer days. I will await your return. Until then, I will run headlong into fall and winter and spring eager to find what the months ahead hold for me. I hope, dear readers, that you find many moments of joy in the coming seasons whatever the weather.