**Photo by Mandy Disher; text box added by Natalie; collage by Natalie
Still waiting and hungering for such as this!
Moments dance in brittle waves, sparks between the autumn leaves, staining soft the shadowed hints of summer’s slow goodbye.
Dusk defines this edge in time, a poignant blush against the thread of season’s change, such sad lament, soft rose in deeper shadow hides.
Focus fades, day succumbs, autumn’s early eve draws cool, wraps a hint between the stars, appearing one or two.
Pull the night shade lastly, here, strain thine eyes to find the lines, hidden midst the whispered hush, summer’s secret stretched o’er time.
Clinging to the eloquent, flagging in the memory, drifting in the season spent, dreaming toward the one to be.
**Images via Pinterest; collage by Natalie
**Image via Pinterest; text box added by Natalie