Watching the different types of boats,
Get in those last sails,
Paddles or high speed rides,
As summer inches towards autumn.
The trees silently change from rich greens,
To the shades and tones of the colorful rainbow.
The birds get in their final twerps,
Before heading to that Southern warmth.
The cicadas sing loudly and early at noon,
Before they are forced to go back underground.
And the people move slowly,
Leisurely and peacefully as they take in
The last shards of summer before it,
Gently closes its door!
September 11, 2021