Odd over ripe days of late August-
Heat drifts by in waves to be washed out
In the darkening dusk.
The sultry night cooling minute by minute
As the earth tilts towards the equinox.
We sit on the porch eating peaches
The last fruit of the orchard
Now swept of debris.
Only the wasps and bees remain
Still searching for that last drop
Of sweet succulent summer.
The Course of Our Seasons
Observations from the Garden
The Course of Our Seasons 
nice blend of science and poetry! wonderful and apropos poem for late August!
“over ripe days of August” – perfectly described! this made me miss my mom’s homemade peach ice cream… nothing better on a hot summer day
Homemade peach ice cream – what a treat! I may just buy me an old fashioned crank freezer and make a batch. Wish you could join me, Sarah, wouldn’t that be fun! K
My days too are ripe. Nice. : )
Hope not too ripe! Thanks for stopping by – I appreciate it! K
Perfect seasonal tribute! …and those peaches…yummo!
Thanks! K
great lines here. Still searching for that last drop, totally feel that. Actually, neat that you mention peaches in here, as I bought some the other day, as I’ve been longing for one, but two days now and they haven’t ripened yet, in the brown bag and all. Now, more than earlier, hoping tomorrow will be the day. Really nice piece. thanks
We are lucky enough to have peach orchards close by – getting them fresh off the trees is a wonderful treat! Enjoy and thanks – K
My mouth is watering now!
Thanks for dropping by, Laurie!
Lovely capture! Love peaches 🙂
Thanks – peaches are delicious! K
“last drop of sweet succulent summer” love the sound of this. I picture the juices of the peach dripping down the chin as the light fades in the distance. Lovely write.
I felt the same way about that line! I am happy you liked it – thanks, K
yum..i want some peaches…smiles….i love sitting ont eh porch as we turn to fall…it is my fav part of the year…i so look forward to your captures of it in the ozarks….smiles.
Thanks, Brian. Fall in the Ozarks – you will need to bring your family back one year to see it – so beautiful! K
Ah–I just ate the last of our summer peaches. Still tasting it on my tongue as I read this.
Hoping to get to the orchard tomorrow to get the last box – maybe freeze some for pies in January – the taste of summer in the midst of winter – wouldn’t that be lovely.
Great idea–maybe I will get some too–we can have a peach freezing party 🙂
Its a date!
And the hummingbirds… loading up for migration. Yes, we’re all a bit meloncholy … the promise of summer is nearing its end and there are still so many heart aches to deal with…. still, our souls migrate through the seasons… sipping the nectar of flowers here and there. The sweetness of life… the love of our family and friends.
Bless your heart, Merrill. I think that the change in seasons brings a thoughtfulness. But we know that change brings new things into our lives – and I am glad you are part of mine now. K
End of summer–this piece captures it so well!
So glad you thought so – thanks K
Like the second half of the piece very much and the echoing of debris and bees… Good stuff!
Thanks so much – I am happy you liked it. K
very beautiful..reading your verse i already feel some sweet nostalgia.. though summer days are not gone still..thank you for sharing~
Thank you so much – I think the end of summer makes me wistful. K
love how you capture the atmosphere in this…the inclusion of taste…the wasps and bees searching for the last drops of summer…nice and a bit mournful…beautifully mournful
Aren’t we all a little melancholy at the end of summer? Thanks, Claudia, your comments mean a great deal to me. K