"Summer's End"...
An old book by Danielle Steel,
or "Islands", by Anne Rivers Siddons,
causes one to 'feel' an island.
The smell of woodsmoke and salty air...
A gulls cry in the gray sky...
Rain dancing on the old tin roof,
and Lena Horn singing "September Song"...
Swimsuits are wrapped in tissue paper
and tucked away in drawers...
Drawers that are scented with fragrance sachet.
A scented candle flickers,
and distant chimes ring in the island breeze.
We walked the beach at sunset,
wrapped in old sweaters,
sipping hot mulled wine,
and savoured the moment of
the summer's end.....
In the coastal South,
the weather can be warm & beautiful
right on into fall.
But, when the last October moon,
travels across the Southern sky
and the first November sun rises,
that, for me,
truly marks
"Summer's End"
Blessings
*****Yaya*****
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