Her verdant leaves began to yellow and shed upon her slumped and weary figure.  The unrelenting heat, and persistent drought of late Summer was more than she could bear.  These are the dog days. But August too will soon concede, and with it, any remnants of Summer. Autumn is upon…

Late Summer’s beauty, like retreating youth, had lost its vibrant façade.  Weary and withered, she took to the proverbial stage for her final curtain call where sweet memories and moments lingered, before forfeiting the limelight altogether. August too conceded, and with it, any remnants of Summer.  Autumn is upon us and changes are…

  Summer, like an aging starlet, once young and fetching, wears her heart upon her sleeve.  Fading looks and waning attention give her a melancholy air, and the future seems destined to carry on without her.  Soon, Summer will be nothing more than a hazy memory, no longer in the spot light.  September,…