The Edge of the Season
I was out walking a few days ago and noticed how everything around our house has changed. The woods don’t look lush and new anymore, but rather old and tired. The leaves on the aspens are starting to turn yellow, and the fields around us resemble toasted marshmallows. Grasshoppers startle us as we walk through the grass, and the song of the cicada thrums through the air. Fall is just around the corner. We start school in less than three weeks. Where did the summer go?
Here is another new poem for you to enjoy, along with a few more photos from around our yard, including one of the biggest spiders I’ve ever seen in the Midwest.
Something Happens in August
Something happens in August
The goldenrod turns golden
The Queen Anne’s Lace bristles into balls
Something happens in August
The thistle flowers look weary
All that once was growing simply stalls
The grass feels crisp beneath my shoes
Not verdant green, but brown
The hot air dries the dirt like an oven,
Leaving stagnant pools around
The tree leaves look withered and broken,
About to leave this old, forgotten town
The whole landscape heaves a sigh
The first leaf sails off to the ground
Something happens in August
Things end like they began
Round buds bend into bristling, cracking balls
Something happens in August
I stand at the edge of the season
Ready to roam the glory of autumn’s halls
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Marsha
Love your poem. It perfectly captures the mixed emotions I have about fall.
Hannah
Thank you Marsha! Much love to you and Jim.
Gail
I loved the poem, Hannah. Your property is pretty any time of year. I don’t like to look at creepy spiders, and yet it’s hard to turn away – they’re captivating and creepy at the same time. 🙂
Hannah
Ha! That’s so true about spiders. Thank you Mom! 🙂
Kelsey
I can’t get over the spider!! Also, lovely poem 🙂
Hannah
Thanks sis! Aaaaaah spiders! At least they don’t drop down us anymore while we’re watching TV or sitting on the couch.