Summer's Good Bye

The dog days of summer are barking furiously at an approaching September.. Rusty faced sunflowers count their days while bobbing less enthusiastically in a dying August wind.. Golden rod waves anxiously to passing motorists as pruple shadows of the prairie grow long.. Flaxen wheat shivers and rustles in a dying afternoon of russet grasses and lonesome crickets.. Harvest moon of firey red trembles nervously on the darkening hills Close the book on a weary summer and let the grand lady of the colours make her entrance..