Summer's Death

Its once defined colors now alter their hues As winds of change descend from a northern source A chilly hand so grabs the throat of all the trees Almost pulling the life from their roots with a force The evening darkness descends earlier these days As mornings, too, are ensnared in its blanket of shade For the sun sleeps longer and awakens slower now Tired from the summer and the heat that it made So now, the reds and auburns are taking their stage Alive in the lives of nature as it so well changes Dead, are the greens and yellows of summer’s breath As autumn enters in and life rearranges