Summer Sadness

The roses wilt in heavy sun, Their petals frail and worn, Beneath the sky where shadows run, And leaves are gently torn. The laughter of the golden days Fades softly with the light, As twilight’s silver fingers raise The veil of coming night. A breeze that once was warm and sweet Now chills the lonely air, And in the grass where lovers meet, The silence whispers there. Oh, summer’s end, you're gentle grief Lays bare the heart’s own sigh. For even in the brightest leaf, We see the colors die.