There is a feel in the air now — a feel of true fall —hovering out there, patiently waiting

Sliding little chilly fingers into the late night and early dawn

Testing, testing to see if Summer will push back —

The moon is almost full; filling the sky with moonshine, so brilliant the silver light reminds me of the sheerest cold of winter

We are losing the songbirds, one species at a time.  Leaving us on the wind for warmer climates.

Still summer sings to me warming my days and early evenings; giving me time to prepare myself for winter’s dreary visit.

From my world to your heart,

Linda