(Written yesterday afternoon)
This is the last day of summer, but it is not the ending of anything, nor a corner sharply turned. It is but the wide, slow turning of the year. There will still be summer-blue skies and bursts of warm air. And yet, soon there will be hints of winter's approach: frost on the pumpkin vines or snow on Halloween.
This afternoon, the seed-laden heads of the sunflowers are bowed in patient, harvest-ready, meditation, beneath this year's last sky of summer.
Sunflower Photos by Aisling, September 20, 2007