love song for the end of summer
green-gold canopies catch the last
remaining light and shrivel, brown
and red, in time. not yet,
not until the storms have had
their say, and the air shrinks
and breathes a final sigh of warm air,
and the crowns of summer wither
into twisted skeletal circlets
that adorn the children of autumn.
I was a child of a warm spring,
but summer's death is a welcome
one, when the heat drains from
the world once more, and the crisp
fall descends--
festering green
gives way to earth colors until
the white blanket spreads and we
start our journey again. the end
is always a welcome friend.
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