Poetry Tuesday – Late Summer Symphony

God’s painted masterpiece of ever-shifting colors and clouds is splattered across the sky,

And an equally brilliant work of ark reflects below,

One on top of the other, mixing until inextricably bound up in a dance,

Which the grasses tall and thin in the meadow join in

To the sound of hidden cicadas

And the wind rustling the red-tinged green leaves in a circular ballet,

All to the music of nature in each unfolding moment,

Captured in a memory but passing on to time’s demand,

Precious that it is in its fleeting.