by Karen E. Rigley
Summer ends today. It zoomed by in a whirl of family, friends, weddings, funerals, babies, endless writing projects, trips up the canyon, to the lake, in the mountains, sizzling sunshine, hot summer nights, thunderstorms and birdsongs.
It feels as if summer barely dawned and now it’s setting, touching leaves with gold and scarlet as nights cool and days mellow. I already miss it. Now guess I’d better clean up fallen apples off the back lawn, deadhead the roses and tame some weeds.
Stars sparkle like sequins spilled across
black velvet skies
flatlands stretching forever
Desolation broken only by scattered
silhouettes of cactus, greasewood and sagebrush
harsh reminders of
as a hawk swoops
an adventurous prairie dog scampering
on creamy white
fiercely battles a
A silver line of lake shimmers
deceptively in the distance
violet mountains guard the far horizon
giant mountains of timber and rock
tower nearly to the stars
rising in the sapphire evening sky
Sagebrush foothills slope into meadows
alive with fragrant wildflowers
Trees with heavy-leafed branches
cast flowing shadows
to the music of canyon winds.