2.3.15.

*****

I turn to the flowers once more

taking in a shaking breath

than letting it go

like a summer breeze 

making room for fall

As I tread the path

of stilled flowers

and weeds among them

I feel the harsh breath

of fall yet to come

I feel my fingertips

graze each flower

warm from the 

waking sunlight

Things continue to change

I wonder if I will

tread this path again 

and feel the flowers

when fall arrives 
with winter nipping it's toes 

But for now
I stay in awe
of the warm flowers from
the late August sun
*****
I really wish it was warm now!
  I miss the sun. And cool breezes.

Emily