Summer's End

The sun decends now, more hurriedly With barely a ripple, the lake is calm Precious time on the dock is limited As night grows still, and darkness befalls September's arrival is upon us Cooler mornings and evenings too Orchard apples near ripe for the picking Sedums and chrysanthemums bright in bloom Vibrant-leaved trees will soon abound Hot spice drinks, and woolen sweaters, worn Harvest fields lined with oranges, reds and golds Falling temperatures soon be the norm Fresh, crisp air begets morning frost Foilage frees and lets go, its turn to descend Becoming crunches and crackles underfoot Alas, autumn follows the summer's end