Summer comes to end.
It ended as quickly as it began back in June. Pop, there it goes, that hot little weasel of a season that causes all the girls to wear less clothing, intices guys to take off their shirts and throw a frisbee in the park, leaves dogs panting in the shade.

Season of runners and swimmers, barbeques and baseball, oh summer.

Here comes the autumnal equinox, that sweet lullaby song to the deciduous trees that makes them undress and stand bare and naked through the rain and snow while evergreens stand dark and silent and shadowy.

Shorter days and longer nights, harvest time for apples and pumpkins and corn, time to plant garlic and collards and cabbage. Time of great long skeins of Canadian geese flying south overhead. Cool rain and crisp air and ground fog and mist in the trees, acrid woodsmoke and sweaters.

I know there will be a few more warm days, and today is glorious and warm, but summer is passing.