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
