Already it is deep summer in roadside fields
And meadows and in woods behind
Old farmhouses nestled among the hills.
Hints of red and gold and brown mix
With the stark whites and yellows
Of the wildflowers, and the deep green
Of the grasses. The spell of hot weather,
Which made sleeping difficult, seems
To have passed, and the cooling breezes
Foretell the coming of autumn.
If life were a slide show we would
Press pause and keep this perfect
Summer day, thinking there could be
None better, forgetting that each season
Has its own sort of perfection.