End of Summer
A walk in the foothills At the end of summer Still very warm with A hint of coolness in the breeze Roasting a landscape full of seed Getting ready for winter winds To scatter the next generation Of thistle and sage across the plain Cottonballs full of flight-ready potential
Starburst purple Asters and little Fucsia-colored clusters line the dry dirt and sand While hundreds of pale blue Dragon Flies Do helicopter fly-bys filling The air with their hyper activity Butterflies big and small match The colors of the coming fall And set my mind free To fly with them on the breeze.