Fire In The Breeze

I have not dined today,
Except for the view of these
Taken in like sweet dessert,
Waves each so slightly,
Telling of the breeze.

They tell the Don to run away.
To lake and sea and finally play
Amidst the warmer climates far away
And tell the sky to bring him back this way.

So once again, we can smell the rain,
As it falls on failing green,
The chlorophyll now removed, unmasked,
Each one reflects true colours seen.

From far off, I see them burst
The fireworks the greenery brings,
A canopy of pyrotechnics,
Predicting colder things.

And while the summer lasts, mid fall,
I will savour this short show,
And hold it dear inside memory,
To warm me when the north winds blow.

© 2003 Sherry Gardner