Last Summer Stroll Collaboration With Lin Lane

With friend in tow, we take a stroll Slight change of scenery To bid farewell to summer's spell And its fading greenery My carefree friend took one last spin Through weeds now turning gold Then chased a squirrel hiding brown pearls To dig in winter's cold There's flying V's. on Southern breeze In loud squawking migration Flying in low to let us know Their Southern destination As they go by, wings wave good-bye As autumn closes in My friend and I watch them and sigh Then feel a shift in the wind Sunlight filters through branches of elm Discarding summer's fashionable leaves Wearing golden hues tinged in rust They fall as tears from one who grieves My companion sprints after them But soon gives up the chase Returning to match his steps with mine We saunter on at an easy pace Clouds are rolling in from the North Painting the sky gray, a little dark We stop for a moment in hesitation Wondering if we should leave the park But we're having such a great time walking On this crisp cusp of summer's day And though we didn't do much talking My Buddy and I decide to stay By Lin lane and Daniel Turner