Summer's End

Wilson's Creek in mid-June

Alas, summer's coming to a close.  It is as it should be I suppose. There are acorns on the oak tree outside my balcony ready and willing to rain on me.

The leaves on the dogwood have begun to turn red. This summer is but a lingering memory in my head. Rainy day winds are beginning to blow and the tea kettle's on the stove simmering low.

And so it's to bed I now will go with my cup o' tea and slip into dreams of would could be.