Summer’s tears drip golden leaves

As bronze tints blush on Nature’s face

Weeping rustles ash-hued trees

While Sun reaches towards Fall’s embrace

Morning bites; the apples, crisp

Harvest moon, tall corn fields splay

Winds bend branches; cloud skies wisp

As sunlight wanes to shortened days

Between her life and dust, the grave

Blaze of brilliance; torching flames

Beauty bleeds; cicadas fade

Crushed beneath each barren frame

Kiss the dusky sunset skies

August, swallowed by September

Gone, before you realize;

Green leaves ghosts in Autumn’s embers

The brilliant sun shines down upon me, not too hot, but just right for this time of year as Autumn slowly approaches us. A slight breeze ruffles through my hair and it feels refreshing. Today is the perfect day to relish the great outdoors, only because they will soon come to an end, only to be replaced with bitter cold and falling snow.