A Sunday Poem – End of August Reflection

It’s the last Sunday of August and I just read something that’s perfect for a Sunday post. My new friend, Amy at Hearth Ridge Reflections, just shared it and it was too beautiful for me to just walk away!

“As August comes to her slow and dreaming end, the air has a special smell, the smell of ripening, the smell of drying hay, the smell of the piney woods in the cool of the evening. The strange rusty smell of marigolds and the prickling odor of zinnias, and so exciting to breathe it all in! I do not, ever, like ends. I like beginnings and rich plump middles, but ends are always sad. Of all the ends in this old unquiet world, though, the end of summer is one of the best. For the first small throb of color in the swamp maples in September is a fine thing to behold. And the first nip of the air on a golden morning is heavenly to feel after the languor of summer’s heat.” — Gladys Taber

Isn’t that the perfect way to end the summer season? There’s so much to look forward to with this transition into fall. I hope this Sunday brings you peace, calm, and some time in nature.