The last full week in August. The swan song of summer vacation.
A flock of Canadian Geese in V-formation flew southeast late last week. & while a return of summer heat sizzles the Westchester County communities along the Long Island Sound, oak and maple leaves began falling.
That’s why there’s a poignancy in seeing the Brandywine Valley’s Longwood Gardens. Vibrant hues from a kaleidescope of flowers cascade across our eyes. the beauty of Italian fountains entrances us. The tranquil shade of forested paths relieve us of the sunlit meadow we had just walked beside.
But the marvel of the garden is its “Water ballet” show, as Mira dubs it. We watch in awe as the fountains of the Fountain gardens twist and arc their spouts in time to the orchestral accompanyment playing. An immense swelling of combined streams forms a water-cloud almost alive with motion. Four songs later, the fountains resume their staid, ordinary functions, as though nothing happened.
If there’s a metaphor for this Summer gradually transforming to Autumn this week, I can’t think of a better one than that.
wind-swept leaves
another afternoon sun
descending
my own contribution for my Haibun Monday prompt over at dVerse.
The pub is still open! Come join us!
Frank J. Tassone 
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