Summer's Passage

No more breathless days nor dawns oppressive heat no more humidities' bathing tongue , nor natures reply in retributions sung With swift lightning strikes and sullen thunder , from soaring clouds black with anger as the long restless days pass from August into September Among distant horizons drowning the light, no more lingering hours waiting for summers sun to slide into soothing night no crickets ,cicadas or bees , nor butterflies or birds flying to destinations no Milky Ways broad pathways to set sail among the golden stars, blinking silent directions , preparing the way for Orion s mighty sword to rule in Winters reflection as lengthening nights pass from August into September