Poetry

Adieu to Summer

by

B.D. Adams

©2014

The summer is beginning its early rest.

Not a super sizzle of a summer, but

Sweet, at best.

Warm air of fragrant lilac for me and you.

Still green crowns of trees, top their head

With the hint of dappling colors of gold and

The deep rusty red.

Colors to cascade, to give a clue.

For one more month we pray,

No comforters or heavy sheets.

The summer doesn’t want to wane,

To go,

To fade,

To blow away!

Oh, how we need the sky’s deep blue!

Summer so wishes to stay, but Nature knows

It is the turning time.

Winter winds will soon make swirling blows.

This is why we must kiss the summer adieu.