When the Hibiscus finally dance
having patiently waited their turn,
When the Foxglove nod sleepily in the warmth of the afternoon sun,
And the Hydrangea blushes.
When the Bittersweet begins to show its colors,
And the melodic night song of the frogs is replaced with the churring of crickets,
When you can smell the corn tasseling
And the geese revel in end-of-season swims....
Summer begins to quietly pack her bags.