Every year this happens. I don’t think I want summer to end, and then I realize if it didn’t, I couldn’t experience the phenomenal wonders of our Michigan fall.
Everyday as I walk the trees that canopy over the streets, change.
My eyes dart high and low. I try to take in all the hues.
My heart beats faster, and my breathes come quick.
I’m so anxious, I have all the symptoms of being lovesick.
Yep, I did it, I went and fell in love again. Ugh!
Here’s a quick poem I was inspired to write this morning.
LEAVING A LEGACY
There’s a nip in the air.
Summer has left with flair
The dress rehearsals have begun.
Ooooh and Ahhhhh!
These actors will not be outdone
Last minute chromatic costume changes in progression.
The Michigan seasons are all about self-expression
Soon the final glissade to each leaf’s destiny will arrive.
Its legacy- to compost so others may live and survive.