Smell the Season Sunshine

Smell The Season Sunshine Sunlight sparkles dance a fervent ballet on the lake waking up summer solitude. Walk outside and breathe the pine fragrance in, smell the season sunshine, you really can. Listen for the good morning call of the loon. Spear-like feathers, focused red eyes, a checkered neck, she ____glides_____. Can you spot a dragonfly darting? Watch a splashing duck diving? Hear the tiny buzzing of a ruby-throated acrobat sipping? Nearby there are petite, peeking heads poking through pine needles. They are turtles, turning over leaves, tasting worms for a treat, neat! Exposed by a ray of sunshine on a little moss carpet, fat, furry cheeks guard their nutty treasures as though they were jeweled truffles. A chipmunk is finally full. I spy a trout breakfast held between the talons of an Osprey. What a find! Darn, wish it was mine! Fishing is finishing fast. Oh please, just one more cast. I wish summer would last. Anchored boats in the bay once used to bring home fish 'tails' retire on rocks to rest. The sunset coaches the day to come in signaling a woodland lullaby to begin. Fireflies tapping at my window beckoning to come in. Moonlight melts into a path I wish I could follow, maybe tomorrow. Anxious autumn now knocks at summer's door, impatient to rain chilly color on the forest floor. Now, burrows will be built, caves constructed, and dens designed ...busy. Mud homes will be dug by frogs and bugs. Cider served in pounded copper mugs. Covered bridge rides. Pumpkin pies. Tourists in Vermont. What do they want? Where to find Granny Smith? She waits for you in my tree. Bring your camera, you'll see. Candles, lanterns, fairy lights, sweater nights. Good morning purple, red, and brown, enchanting autumn sights and sounds. Walk outside and breathe the maple fragrance in, smell the season sunshine, you really can.