Anticipating Autumn
With temps in the nineties for four solid weeks,
and nary a raindrop forever it seems;
our outlook is bleak and to this our mood speaks
of these late summer months and their endless extremes
as the visions of autumn are filling our dreams.
The ground is all cracked and the grass has turned brown
as the fires in the west still continue to burn;
this lengthy hot summer is getting us down.
It’s time for a change as we slowly discern;
for the moderate weather of autumn we yearn.
For family and friends a tailgate we’ll host
as Friday night football the hometown we cheer,
and cool nights by the campfire as marshmallows roast.
The colors of fall on the tree leaves appear
in yellows and ambers and crimsons so clear.
We long for the sight of the full harvest moon
as it rises on high in October night sky,
and patches of pumpkins like bright orange balloons.
We’ll welcome the autumn with hope and a sigh
as we bid our farewell to the summer – good bye.
September 6, 2018
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