Midsummer Sonnet

A fall wind just did recon down the trail. It's midsummer, this wind did not belong. Cold, from the North, it noted all detail of the terrain, although it didn't stay long. I caught it unawares as it wove in and out of trees still green and flowers strong with scent, grasses while gold had life wthin Bugs and butterflies still work all day long. It must have noted that the blackberries were just starting to ripen, a little slow to be sure, and the stream was still a lure to small boys walking against its down flow. Could it be this wind's report will reveal summer weak, and that fall will soon prevail? .