Mid September

 



Geese fly in
a V shape
across an
endless
aqua sky,
broken only
by the stain
of trees in the
blue distance

Meadows of
wild daisies
and goldenrod
moved by the
wings of
stinging
creatures

Georgian
chants of crickets
droning...

...the end of
summer

...the end of
summer

...the end of
all things