Late In August

The sky above is blue.  

The clouds are floating softly.  

They are big white puffs of cotton on this calm and peaceful day. 

The breeze brushes against my arm.  

Strands of hair tease my face.  

A little bug lands on my leg and I flick him away.  

The sun is shining brightly, 

but I am sitting in the shade from a great cluster of trees.  

They are standing proudly.  

Their leaves are green in this summer scene,
but very soon they will be changing.  

Shades of flaming orange and fiery red
will creep up the mountain behind me.  

Golden streaks will stir themselves into the mix.  

The air that is now moist and heavy
will soon be crisp and clear.  

Those birds that are gliding overhead
will fly south to their winter home.  

The bugs will go to sleep, 

and I will hide my legs from the chill.  

The friendly breeze will become harsh and cold.  

The wood piles that we have split and stacked
will soon be in demand. 

Steaming hot milk flavored with rich dark chocolate
will once again be my faithful companion. 

 How the world changes!  

...and yet, it stays the same.  

From year to year the days shorten and lengthen
as constant as the tide, 

and there is peace and contentment in knowing that
trees will bud again and the sun will warm the earth once more. 

Jesus taught about signs of the changing seasons...

^{Matthew 24:32} “Now learn a lesson from the fig tree. When its branches bud and its leaves begin to sprout, you know that summer is near. ³³ In the same way, when you see all these things, you can know his return is very near, right at the door. ³⁴ I tell you the truth, this generation will not pass from the scene until all these things take place. ³⁵ Heaven and earth will disappear, but my words will never disappear.

You have to read the whole chapter to know what "these things" are.