Do you feel it...

Do you feel summer slipping through your fingers...

Butterflies are cocooning already, their final dance into history.

The coneflowers are all but seed heads,
they're glory left to the nuthatch, who are gladly harvesting
nutrition for the winter.

Sunflowers are no longer beautiful beams of sunlight,
harvested by squirrels and every avian migrant on the scene...

Soon I'll be making the winter 'Fireside' candles...
the slight scent of the fireplace
with notes of a man's cologne
suggesting a hint of Winter and cozy firesides.

Then it will be here...Autumn...
Summer vanquished,
the calm settles in
and again we await...the Spring...
SIGH!!!