Last Days of August

This evening, I went hiking with our dog,

as the golden light of August lingered.

Cool rainy days have left the cedar swamp

lush and green.

The thistle are going to seed

in slow motion 

on the steep banks of the trail

 in the heart of the cedar wood.

Micah and I went "tightrope walking"

on fallen logs

in and around and over

the ferns and moss,

and the vibrant persimmon berries

 of Jack in the Pulpit.

At the western edge of the sky

the sun fell,

luminous and lovely.

Wherever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you joy.