The Time Between the Seasons

Late Summer Breeze Autumn is approaching I can tell When all the leaves fell The weather smells like rain but it's not cold So don't you worry it will be like the old days. And as always Our usual ways I will not be cold but hazy This time dull and lazy Bored I will be and my eyes will glaze over As I will only be surrounded by three leaved clover Only salt and pepper, frequently common Rotten souls all around are the omen And I will only wish for a reason For all the treason Dried out flowers of fall are fragile But my dreams are full of you and all agile Delicate and vulnerable Not all words are utter-able Stars appear to be drifting I am the late summer sun resisting Still warm like a bracing and fragrant breeze But my brain is buzzing like bees As I lose my grip Feeling unusual and unsafe I slip