Some Summer flowers linger, though trees are losing leaves.
Some days are warm and sunny, as if to tease
us into thinking that we'll never lose that Summer feeling;
Long days of languid ease.
Nights are growing cooler and we've left behind the beach.
The sun no longer holds that heat that grows fat peas.
Dreams of reaping pounds of garden produce
Now seem slightly out of reach.
Lush and verdant shades of green must sadly fade away,
Replaced with palette colors that only God can paint.
When sun back-lights those glowing leafy jems
You know that Autumn is in play.
Each Season has its flavor, its beauty and its feel.
Nature's course gives way with zeal, though we would drag our heels,
To hold on ever tighter to the current bliss we own,
When just ahead is more joy's revealed.
perfumed air
