When Summer Turns To Fall
The waning days of summer
Are the saddest of the year,
Nature wears a somber face
As dying time draws near.
One by one the flowers fade
As life slows to a crawl,
Nature seems to sense its fate
When summer turns to fall.
How I wish it wasn’t so
For summer cannot last,
Fall is racing close behind
In front of winters blast.
Our lives are like the seasons,
Death comes to one and all.
What will then become of me
When summer turns to fall.
Copyright © J. Summers | Year Posted 2021
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