Days are growing shorter
Light glows with golden warmth
Trees have begun to prepare
Erupting ruby, garnet, citrine and amethyst
No longer content to wear their mundane shades of green
Shadows dance upon my kitchen window
The sun arcing shallower in the sky
Tree limbs perform a pas de deux with the breeze
For the enjoyment of an audience of one
Summer's heat attempts to overstay its welcome
Despite knowing it's invitation is expired
Roadside signs appear
Announcing the arrival of apple season
Orbs of every color and sweetness wait
Dreaming of pie, tart, sauce, and cider
Clouds nestle sleepily in the mountain canyons each morning
Melting away like spun sugar before noon
Naked, Mt. Spokane stands watch over her river
Awaiting the return of her crown of winter snows
-gws
