Walking Past An Aster

Walking past an aster wishing time would pass faster as I am trying to get to September and all those months of er, when the days grow shorter, the months of brr when nights get cooler, heading to Winter, so much to look forward to, the leaves changing color, first the Aspen and Sumac then finally the Cottonwood.  I want to stand among falling leaves as they swirl and they twirl, I want to walk on leaves that have fallen, there’s something about their colors on the ground that astound, they quiet me, internally, I imagine myself bending to pick up a leaf and hold it in my fingers, and that helps as summer lingers and then I wonder maybe it is not a good idea to ever wish time would go fast, when each moment in time is so quickly and forever past.

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