The island in September.
Breezes, cool and comforting -
The air "brims with smells to feel."
Crisp leaves ready for the crackle of Fall,
Sooty odors, burning bush and twigs.
Salt waves, briny, textured with mermaid's hair - brown and gold and titan red,
Filled with mermen's ware -conch shells to make the siren call of winter storms.
And the deep blue sea - not the azure of late spring or the cyan of a hot summer,
But inky - like brand new school jeans or the sapphire of night reflected back, diamond tops sparkling.
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the soft blanket of memories to climb under and remember.
And the flowers.
Oh, the flowers.
readying for a departing summer,
Have a good one, call your mother and put your sweaters on. :)