impending autumn

the maturing fields of corn with proud stalks still standing tall, their only concession to the impending harvest a slight yellow curling of their edges

the lone scarlet leaf blazing on the emerald lawn, its sweet scent barely imagined beneath that of the freshly cut grass

the sun, snapping to attention after its lazy summer journeys across the sky, suddenly impatient to reach the western horizon

the mellow breeze, unhindered by oppressive humidity, still warm yet somehow sharper, refreshing, a promise