The Season of Wonder Expires
August’s warm and sunny weather led to some late summer reverie but the season’s long shadows didn’t lie. The crimson blaze of fireweed turned to gray, seedy fluff. Soon enough clouds shrouded Ripinsky. Soon enough they’ll lift to show us snow. Like squirrels we’ll scurry into our burrows. Until then we will gather up the blueberries and raspberries that grew…