Summer's Good bye

Written by: valerie bellefleur

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..