Changes

Goodbye dear summer with your warm embrace. We’ll miss the nighttime breeze’s soft caress. The pall of autumn’s lying on your face, as trees begin their dance in falling dress and spread their drifting loss about the place. We still agree that summertime was best. In deepest winter underneath the snow, next summer’s gentle beauty starts to grow. 9/8/19 Writing Challenge 1, September 2019 - Eight Line Form Sponsor, Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode