Now it’s striking me
That August will end today
September? Oh, my!
Seasons change, life flows and evolves. Sometimes we get to notice.
poetry, prose, and photography

As night descends
Summer’s air cools
I enjoy tranquility
A moment, flowing
Quickly, as life
Demands attention
Westward colors
Embrace the sky
Smoke, and other
Things, transcend
To beauty

This sound
Laughing children
Always a delightful way
To awaken

This sparkling gem Summer’s glory is fading Moments of sunlight

Arrogance’s ease
Our superiority
Disconnecting us