August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.”
~ Sylvia Plath
Days shorten, leaching lingering heat from warm stones.
Sunlight, tired from its long, hot work,
Lies down, fat and sleepy, yearning to hibernate.
Trees shed their shimmering emerald mantle
Donning rich russets and amber.
Autumn waits patiently to emerge,
While summer searches
For her last pieces of gold
At the end of a rainbow.
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“Sunlight, tired from its long, hot work,
Lies down, fat and sleepy, yearning to hibernate.”
These words made me sigh. The imagery is so well done and the use of the word “yearning” is just right for the prompt. But, of course, you didn’t stop there. The rest of the writing is a rich and powerful expression of the changing seasons. Excellent use of both prompts.
This is so beautifully written Tara-loved the rich texture and the dreamy,languorous voice-,made me wish it was me who had written this!!
Summer is my love, like Fall is my crush, I yearn to appease it with wools and hounds tooth, Summer gets me, knows me, embraces me. So this time of year is so hard for me. I grasp at the last pieces begging it to linger, promise it devotion.
you captured that here, the fall waiting in the wings for it’s entrance and Summer coming back for one more kiss.
love the last 2 lines!
So much rich imagery here. Thanks for linking up!
This is beautiful. Love how you personified the seasons. Great use of the prompt. Bring on autumn!
Gorgeous, Tara! Just gorgeous!
Oh lovely! I think you really evoked the in flux feeling between summer and fall. Our temperatures keep soaring and plummeting, and I wish it would just choose one or the other 🙂 I particularly loved the fat, tired sun.
Oh I love that. Searching for gold. Brilliant!
*sigh* Oh send me autumn!