Summer's Last Rays

The blushing rose can no longer linger As summer wanes in its glow Autumn's chill, and winter's icy fingers Will bring those shivering days we'll come to know, And perhaps a sprinkling of light snow The once abundant harvest of sunshine diminishes with shortening days as my thoughts are consigned to butterflies frolicking in summer's last rays Sweet summer memories will never be lost But will be retrieved, when morning dew turns to hoar frost, and when cold wet days of gray replace skies of blue. ----- 9/14/2015