Quicksilver, the summer’s ended. Sure, there’ll be more long days, redolent with golden sunshine, but the air has sharpened, mist slinks through the valleys in the mornings, the flower petals are running towards ragged-edged.
Evenings, I read outside, the crickets tapping away at their slowing symphony, the mosquitoes on my toes, silent bees still sucking at sunflowers. The world moving along.
“It is not our job to remain whole.
— Robert Bly
We came to lose our leaves
Like the trees, and be born again,
Drawing up from the great roots.”
Stony Soil Vermont 
I also read outside each evening, though the dark comes much earlier now. By 8:00 my eyes are starting to strain. Eventually I give up reading and listen to the music of the insects, watch the magic of the fireflies, and witness the swooping bats. Geese are now flying overhead here in Pennsylvania. Happy end of summer to you in Vermont.
Beautiful writing on the season’s imminent change.
Thank you!
Autumn is around the corner. Hopefully we will all be greeted with wonderful weather.
Here’s hoping!