Everything is butter yellow

 

Everything is butter yellow 

Everything is butter yellow 

In the evening light 

On the cusp of fall

Summer still writing love notes 

Across the earth 

In its best handwriting

The darkness taking the landscape,
Changing it with 
Each large, easy stride

I try to follow as fast as I can 
To take it all in, but it doesn't 
Wait for me

It never does
I am trying to learn
To walk slowly anyway

— olivia gwyn