Exactly one month from this day a new season will be among us and I feel that it is appropriate to write about the transition into a new season.
By Charles Sapp II
As the summer solstice of the sun shifts towards the vernal equinox;
the flood gates open and give way to the marine layer
that creeps along the coastal landscape;
a precursor to the shortening of the day’s light.
Above the land, birds catch drift to the winds current and migratory breeds
fly in formation, under a cadence of supreme innovation,
using celestial navigation and clouds as rest stops.
Atmospheric metamorphosis dually dependent
to the Earth’s axis and solar distance.
The sky inhales and we exhale, we breathe in unison.
Rainfall smelled from the distance
as the chatter from the trees can be heard awaiting the
gift from the heavens.
Meteoric showers spark the night sky
and constellations shift in parallax,
the observers of time and space
witnessing the birth of a new season.
