Specter of Summer

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