The ‘Embers are Upon us
The transition of seasons begin again with the coming of September.
When signs of luscious green leaves once drenched in sunshine and dew drops begin to crisp into golden and crimson hues of autumn as the air chills.
When lighter meal choices turn into to comfort cravings of warming soups and thickened stews.
We trade in our flip flops and light summer breezes in turn for cooler nights and sweaters, and fuzzy slippers, dug out from their boxed up hiding places now staples to defend the chill.
The birds no longer chirping, and the smell of mesquite bbq becomes a faded memory, gone into hibernation while the seasons transcend.
As the ’embers progress, soon goblins and pumpkins will change to turkeys, eventually, into Christmas decorations, as Jack Frost brings us a new year bearing slippery streets, red noses, and parkas.
January puts an end to the ’embers when I’ll once again visit and sift through summer wardrobe to prepare my escape from old man winter’s wrath.
Then the ’embers of September’s falling leaves , October’s pumpkins, November parties and December celebrations will have all been wrapped up for another season, as I get prepared to steal some temporary summer on the Pacific coast, and return hopeful that a new transition of spring will be on its way.
And the cycle repeats.