Wilted and withered, Summer began to rot on the vine.  Her once dewy, fresh face grew sallow and somber under the impossible weight of hot, humid temperatures and lack of moisture.  Her youth and vigor were fading fast.   As…

  We’ve slogged through June in hip waders amidst the persistent leaden, gray malaise.  The air largely unstable and ostensibly resentful, like a teenage girl scorned.  The few sunny days provided fleeting relief, but we were wary and suspicious, and we were…

She stood slender and tall, majestic and noble, clad in her sapphire gown of petals and glittering diamonds of dew.  She was, at once, royal and proud, yet demure and gracious.  Posturing amidst the wind and rain.  A beacon of loveliness and tenacity.  A…

  August, like a cherished, faded bloom, is being tucked away and pressed between the pages of an unwieldy book to be preserved and remembered as a sweet and affable time.  Summer is dwindling and grows weary and worn, her…

Like a thousand tiny lanterns flickering here and there amongst the fading light, the Fireflies made a rousing return to the evening landscape.  Their debut seemed celebratory, and we were a captive audience.  As the night sky deepened and darkened,…