As the evening's softy fallingPale green white bloomsBegins to unfurlWaiting for darkness To open, to unleashA musky scent that moths come to Moths that flutter in the shadowsHiding from moonlightCome to taste the blossom's nectar Like syrupy languid musicHeard in the midnight. 

Wildflowers in the pastureWave their bright faces In the waning summer sunBud, bloom, stretch, fade, fall,So fleeting, so full of lifeThen goneTheir days few Swiftly countedSoon past, like ours.

as summer ends -cows graze across pasture lands -ranch lands, prairie landsornamented with sunflowers, sneeze weed, and goldenrod,home to swooping meadowlarks and red-tailed hawks,and punctuated with soli-tary trees.