Sunday, August 8, 2010
In Late Summer
Visit Jeanne Iris at Revolutionary Revelry and hop on the bus. There's a great trip ahead!
Like everything else in late summer,
The strawberries have started to shrink on the stem,
Pulling back the skin so spiky little seeds
Stick out like flags announcing season's end.
The tomato vines have gone all spindly,
Sending leggy little chutes with fruit only the deer will eat.
Yesterday's abundance is today's remembrance.
The deep red berries resting in this bowl of cool cream
Taste sweet of summer sun,
And the coffee clinking in the icy glass
I lift this late summer morning
Moves me from these morose musings
As does the sight of that ragged butterfly there,
The one with the bottom of his wing half gone,
Lighting on those final purple flowers
Still sucking summer sweetness from the leavings
with his tongue.