Good-bye, Bright Sunny Days on a string. Good-bye HEAT. Good-bye, sweat beads.
Good-bye, blueberries and blackberries and green beans and green peppers and yellow squash and ripe, red tomatoes – all right off the vine.
Driving home from church just last night, we had snow – white October snow! Yes, Summer, you left, you went South, headed for new territory. You will brighten someone else’s life now, but not here, not ours.
Go ahead, be gone now. We’ll make a new friend of Fall. She can be warm, too.
Pumpkins and gourds, acorns and acorn squash and funny other squashes now brighten the country Market Stands. Mums the word for the flowers of this Season. Crisp mornings, crisp apples, crunch-y footsteps in the woods make hot cider and hot chocolate all the more appealing. Scents of Fall waft from our ovens and from our cups. Blazing trees compete with blazing fireplaces for our affection.
We’ll wait for your return while we hibernate in coats and hats and mittens. Without you, Summer, scarves will be our badge of color for this Season and the White Season of Winter.
Please, Summer, don’t stay away too long. Didn’t really mean that: telling you to go on now, be gone, dismissing you, like you don’t matter. You do. You left us your harvest; it will carry us through the long, dark days ahead. Your memories give us Hope with a Promise. Spring is your Harbinger. Send her early. So, you can come back to us to lighten and lengthen our days. We will wait for you.
A Lover of the Light