Midsummer Sonnet

A fall wind just did recon down the trail.

It's mid summer, this wind did not belong.

Cold, and from the North, it noted all detail

of the terrain, although it didn't stay too long.

I had caught it unawares as it wove in

and out of the trees still green and the flowers strong

with scent, grasses while gold had green within.

Bugs and butterflies still work all day long.

It must have noted that the blackberries were

just starting to ripen, a little slow

to be sure, and the stream was still a lure

to small boys walking against its down flow.

Could it be this winds report will reveal

a summer weak, and that fall will soon prevail?

                                                      Alix Hellas