“Sunlight stored up, soaked up by the surface of the fields and meadows must find its way back to the wide wonderful sky. So at the end of summer the yellow, orange, and bits of gold burst from buds and reach for the heavens.”
Along the dusty roads bold splashes of yellow like bundles of golden crowns wave with happiness to all who pass by. They are members of a committee announcing cooler days of autumn coming––indeed––just around the bend.
Coneflowers in their flowing swirling yellow tutus sway to the music of grasshopper fiddlers. They entertain caterpillars, bees, and butterflies and then invite them to join in the dance.
Every field is overflowing––swimming with yellow friendly flowers.
Sunflowers glow in ditches and thrive in forsaken gardens. They raise their faces high above the grasses afield and butterflies work over, around, and among them. All the pinks and purples, the reds, blues, and the whites seem to be gone, but in September yellow is ubiquitous.
Brown-eyed Susans, aster, and tickseed, daisies, goldenrod, sneezeweed, gum plant, golden coreopsis and the dancing coneflowers fill the landscape and give all their leftover sunlight back. It is a parade of bright sunshine that marches glowing on green stems and swaying in the autumn breezes.
Golden petals soon will fade and leaves turn their reds, yellows, and oranges. Fall will have arrived. Leaves will be swept up into crunchy heaps for children to run, jump, and play in them before the bonfires send in bright flames the glorious sunlit color of summer’s end to the sky.
©Elece Hollis 2019