When Summer is gone

Faint scents still linger, as summer slowly fades. Sun silently hides behind smoky clouds, as raindrops hum in a jaded symphony, plummeting against misty windows, vibrating against puddles upon pavements. Leaves drift in the chill, revealing bare branches, rustling in the breeze then soaking on the ground, as gloomy skies colour moonlight into monochrome. As shivery spirits seek shelter, swan song flowers soak in melancholic tones, reminiscent of a forgotten mother's lullaby, whispering softly, but never faltering. Nature's nakedness consumes the aura of my oasis, as cold ghosts reappear, reflecting in resentful regret. Ebony hues discolour the textured illusion of my rainbow, as my soul serenades its harmony for hibernation. Children of summer are like a leaf, vibrant with colourful hues in spring, but misplaced in Autumn, easily carried away with zephyrs.