At August’s close,
the heat has worn
all of the greens
out of the leaves.
Maples are gold.
The wind sings in pines
whose lush needles
no longer glint bright
with the sun.
Here is the beginning of fall
when the cotton plants show white,
yellow butterflies float among them
while the sky is a dull blue.
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Thanks for the peaceful thoughts.
You’re welcome. It’s amazing how many of the leaves of the maples, poplars and sweetgums were yellow, and floating down on the breeze. Whether the temps feel like it or not, the earth knows fall is only 3 weeks away.
I’ll be thinking of this one as I drive to Beaufort later today.
Friday, as I went upstate, the scattering of yellow across the road was delightful, rather like confetti. And there was a yellow haze on everything. And the Goldenrod has started it’s annual bloom…so the earth knows the seasons are changing.