Ode To Summer's End

Summer preparing to take a sabbatical

A hint of blush

‘pon the tips

Of leaves still lush

As lover’s lips

 

A breeze that sighs

As if t’was tired

Of mid-Summer highs

In doldrums mired

A crisped dry smell

Perfumes the air

Clings tight as well

To clothes and hair

A dusk that darkles

With unseemly haste

Midst Fireflies sparkle

Midst daylight chased

A trace of wood smoke

Scents the breeze

And woolen cloaks

Appear ‘pon knobby knees

Ol’ Apple trees…

Scarlet blushed in fruit

Seem piously to proffer pleas

For their scions to take root

Degree by degree…

Doth the Earth slowly tilt

Unperceived by you and me

But blossoms notice…begin to wilt

A change incremental

So slow as to be imperceptible

So cosmically elemental

So basically inevitable

 

A Summer that begins to show…

Its age in ways 

With longer nights 

And shortened days

Prepares perhaps

To soon take leave

It’s time’s elapsed

No time to grieve

Fall awaits it’s turn to shine

Upon Mother Nature’s stage

Summer sips water melon wine

And savors scent of sage

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