She’s been planning this party for some time, and up here she is going out with a dramatic exit. Warm days, cool nights, sun streaming, clouds chasing across the sky.
Leaving us slightly regretful, and faded. Definitely breathless over the beauty of her season.
We stand beside her, tanned, summer kissed, full of light, hopeful.
Relaxed, and glowing in Summer’s love.
The once green, now fading leaves act as party banners streamed across the garden.
Spiders wrap silk around the flowers, extending gossamer over branches.
Colors of red, russet, gold, drop early from the trees to decorate the grass.
Fading petals sway in the breeze.
We watch and do not say what is on the tip of our tongue.
But she must continue on.
Stuffing her battered suitcase full of mementoes.
Tying it together with ragged twine swiped from a garden.
We giggle as we see it’s hardly able to contain the tendrils of vines trying to escape.
We comment “Over packer, take something out and leave it for us….please?”
While the heads of sunflowers laden with seeds pop out to delight us.
Sunbeams passing over petals, slipping through the leaves.
Crinkle between the layers of vines.
She’s wanting us to wave goodbye with love in our hearts, and hope for her return.
She’s not thinking of us as much any more, there is another journey ahead.
She is dealing with the coming moments.
The spinning of time, the dizzy pull of the earth.
The effort is sapping her will to stay, even as we ask, for just one more day, one more week.
She feels the urge to move onward, to leave us behind.
Those on the other side of the world are waiting for her with open arms.
Happy faces full of greetings, joyous laughter, water, white sparkling drops on leaves.
Couch surfer that she is, of no fixed address.
Jumping from friend to friend, always on the move.
Looking towards the memories ahead of her, making, taking, storing, and reminiscing.
She waves a gentle hand goodbye to us, gracefully slips through the door, just as Autumn steps in.
They embrace like the old friends that they are.
And knowing that it will be a year before they meet again.
Smile lovingly at each other, then turn.
Wave, and move on.