For one performance only
summer returns in late September
extended due to public demand no doubt
but still a surprise.

It shakes out the folds of its seaweed mantle
to give a glimpse of golden glows for later in the afternoon.

The morning curtain opens
on a glittering array of raindrops lavishly distributed throughout the night
on every eager blade of grass
transforming sheep wire into a king's ransom.

After the entrance of blue and turquoise
sky soaring to the high heavens
over golden gorse, purple heather and bog green hills
carefully feathered clouds
dance along dappled mountain flanks
while fuchsias bleed the last of the summer's heat
crimson onto roadsides.

Far too early the last day of summer ends without a shower of roses or even rain
in a finale of light laced clouds
over sparkling horizons.

Its encore of lavender shadows on Cashel Hill
fades into starlit darkness
leaving behind a whispered promise.