FAREWELL TO SUMMER

I hate to see summer go. It is the fun time of year. I hear the howl of locusts on a scorching afternoon. The Monarch butterflies wiggle in their sunlight flight. Pure white clouds slowly float across a royal blue sky. Birds sing their lilting arpeggios. A distant lawnmower roars. Children’s laughter floats in the air. It’s summer. I was born in a summer month. I was married in the summer. Our…