Earlier in this brutally hot season, fall seemed as if it would never arrive, promising relief from the blazing heat endured during the hottest season probably on record.
Now, although still sweat-worthy but tolerable, the end of summer brings the annual feeling of melancholy, which set in for me in today.
Tomorrow is officially autumn, sort of spring in reverse.
The leaves will turn from green to multicolored shades of the rainbow, falling ultimately to the ground and decay.
The trees will be left barren until springtime; and the process starts all over again.
The days have already grown shorter. Soon the nights will grow colder. I had to wear my hoodie while along the river last Thursday and Friday evening.
It’ll be such a pleasure sleeping with the windows open as cool, fresh air fills the room, while snuggling comfortably under a blanket and resting soundly as if in a cocoon.
Although an ode is described as a lyrical poem, please consider this present offering so far as free-form poetry.
A new season brings renewed hope for world peace, and an end to all this wretched insanity,
From the senseless bombings and killing of innocence, to explosive devices that have been causing calamity, all over the world, even in US cities.
Here in America, political and racial hatred is abound,
Election time has nearly come around.
I only hope a solution to this craziness will be found,
Before everyone is buried underground.
Best wishes we’ll all remain safe and sound.
Thank you very much for your continued support.