Colder breezes begin to blow
across my garden where flowers grow.
All of nature listens and will wait
as autumn presses sore against summer's gate.
Colored leaves dance atop my garden's wall
nature's testimonial it will soon be fall.
Dewdrops glisten on late summer grass.
Wishing these summer days would not pass.
The creek once serenely flowing
has a current which keeps growing.
Blue skies darken with each passing day
while the farmers haul their bales of hay.
Longing now for another chance
to sing the song, dance the dance.
One last glance and a kiss good-bye
as I behold sweet summer slowly die.