It is raining here today. A welcomed relief from the hot summer days that have been bearing down hard upon the plains.
Fall is here. You can smell it in the air, and see its presence in the smallest ways.
A friend and I were conversing just recently about the difference between summer and fall. I was quite captivated by her description..."Though I love both seasons, fall feels busy to me in such a different way than summer. Fall is all about schedules and planning and sit down dinners.
I don't know about you, but I'm ready for the happy-chaos and spur-of-the-moment activities that seem to define summer days to be over with for a while. I'm ready for a bit of orderliness and structure. "
Her words inspired me...
summer waits upon on my stoop,
lingering to say a last goodbye
fall is ready to tidy up this mess
from these precious days gone by
wind, rain, and storm clouds too,
singing such a sad, melancholy tune
as I sit silently watching them work
cleaning up the summertime room.