Summer Dancers

Ah, the seasons.

I thought you might not mind a summer poem ... though there are portions of this most recent summer that I'd just as soon forget.

Still, I'm not ready for an abrupt plunge into autumn weather, either, though fall is one of my favorite seasons ... those moderating temperatures, trees trying out their colors ... I can take a bit of transition ... a few more days ... weeks, if you don't mind ... of the pleasantly cool weather we've been having here in Ohio.

I'm not really ready for cold weather either, thank you. I don't tolerate winter cold as well as I once did, and shoveling has become more of a chore.

Of course, when next summer comes around, I'll probably find myself thinking of crisp, cool mornings, the sun glinting on a new covering of snow ... my search for mittens and scarf.

Meanwhile, here's a glimpse of a place long, long ago and far away, originally published in Capper's:

SUMMER DANCERS

Flecks of sunlight
descend through
the leafy canopy,
dancing on the path,
still dancing
after the breeze
has gone off
toward a hillside
lush with wheat
that slowly leans
and straightens,
as though hearing
soft music, too.© 2001
Today's word: canopy