Summers Ending Nocturne

Over the pond’s lilies’ leaves, morning dew settles glistening sleeves — a covering to compliment the green, a translucent, hint-of-blue ~ from a quivering mist hanging, hushing everything, so all the doing of sunrise dances must in-stasis remain… ~ or transfer by essence to the understanding intuiting within — to find birds preen, not taking wing; and trees upswing drying branches, delighted by wet dew. All breathe the notes of summer’s ending nocturne composed throughout the woods and, now, day upon day, repeat that lullaby, trickling the scales as in a piano’s play to accompany the year’s passing time, turning into autumn with her blazing, flaming, dazzling, bejewelling before Mother Nature deeply exhales — weeping dew over all her gardened Beauty blooms — beginning their fated wilting, falling, final, felt arias’ murmuring the refrains life plants within, holding a promise of re-birth to come past winter’s dominance, all frozen still with a quiet sleeping peace — prelude to renewal… to dawn’s Spring dances and the refreshing touch of dew.