Summer's Farewell

She dropped me from her burnished arms upon a dusty prairie road and cry I did, and pulling at her skirts heavy with mud from a morning rain that fell upon a dying earth.. I begged her to stay for just a while longer and looked for yellow sunflowers to help me make her stay, I found I was alone as the sunflowers wore blackened robes and shriveled heads that could not speak and crumbled in my hands.. Turning towards a dying sun, she stole away with eyes she laid upon the shadowed hills and fields where flaxen heads had caught the breeze of golden summer's breath.. With one slow turn she raised her hand as if to wipe away the liquid rain that ran on my face - as in a mirror I saw her reflection, as her tears became mine..