A Never-Ending Summer

As September came the migrating birds simply chirped and chatted. The firmament was a sparkling azure, crystal clear and vegetation thrived with wasps buzzing around a heliotrope bouquet. The harvest has begun and the hay wagon is filled with expectation nevertheless the barbeque is stewing and our party guests are voracious and avid. The Sagittarian display of a half-moon with Saturn and Mars is Nature's exposé of a novel of romance with nostalgic dreams of Spring. The succulent garden is matted with an overgrowth of goldenrod announcing the coming of the goddess Demeter. The waters of the rivers and lakes are warmed and trickling over our bodies as we swim in the Virgo sun still browning us with its gleaming rays which reawaken the obnoxiously pesky skeeters with their annoying trumpet brigade. Nonetheless the evening crickets are singing their melody in the roddy bushes beneath the porch where we swing languidly as life could not be sweeter. As the thaw of late winter finally acclaimed the inception of rebirth and elation we enthusiastically planted our primroses, crocuses and now lastly our matricaria enthralling us with a pleasurable herblike aromas which pleased Pumpkin Peter. Gathering these days and nights of prosperous temperatures the gourdes and turnips flourish amazingly decorating the landscape with gorgeousness for the bacchanalia. Incessantly dazzling atmospheres engender our lust and exude our fellowships evoking the tapping on shoulders and the shaking of hands with boisterous hysteria. The enjoyment of the lengthened season has crawled under our skin with inebriation indescribably sumptuous guiding us to a wondrous thoughtlessness as passion drips. Frolicking with the fairy through the early twilight lifts our souls with tintinnabulations animating expressions of lavishness profuse in exuberance as a kiss astounds our lips. The timelessness captures us as each hour disappears in a stream of incidental utopia fantasizing our environment beyond commonplace reality with its crooks and paraphernalia. The radiance of the coming fall has been lost in a labyrinth seducing amnesia to pleasantly wash away the troublesome and tedious moments without shelter. The incredible wisps of breezes which refuse to chill caress our smiling faces with sensations