Farewell Party
Over with the love affairs, stunt the youngsters' growth; summer is no more. Gone is the reckless exuberance that drove bees out in droves and eave-hanging hornets delivering this year’s paper homes.
It’s a time of rest, decision and preparation as things slow and still and the earth settles into whispering contemplation, should the long days stay or go?
But time of slumber is not yet, a chance for one last hurrah with pumpkin-stashed party clothes, to be shredded and flailed as north wind’s angry confetti in a whirl, one last illustriousness before they, like we, from higher expectations - fall.
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