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..