And so it goes this time of year, when September rolls around.
Plant life doesn’t look quite as good as it did in July.
Vegetation and humans are marching toward a new season, a new time.
It’s a time for dark red leaves and white berries and wondering how many days are left for a spin on the trail.
It’s time for the last vestiges of trail-side flowering,
and for the sun to sink a little deeper than it did at the same time last month, hurrying shadows across concrete and tar.
It’s time for Queen Anne’s Lace and milkweed to dry up,
while goldenrod hangs onto the background.
It’s the time of year when leaves of green begin to change,
when football is on the minds of fans,
and school is the existence for children and teachers.
It’s the time when summer temps can’t make up their mind,
when autumn deftly encourages heat’s looser grasp,
and I think about wearing shoes and socks.
It’s the time of change.
Happy Labor Day to my fellow working peeps.
Happy Change-of-Seasons to everyone.