The very ground resonates.
It is anything but a Fall, this time of year.
Suffused by beauty, the air lifts.
Hazy light; a welcome sight for sore eyes.
All glows warm, as sated lovers.
Summer’s passions spent- now comes repose.
The land exhales- all growing passed
as nature stretches languid,
Pulls up its leafy counterpane…
of adventures to come.
Fueled by memories of lesser seasons.
For this is the season of all natures,
where life rejoices,
Copyright Tom Tide 2017