White grass and russet trees <br />golden light on still green leaves <br />white trails of speeding jets <br />in a pale sky thinly lit. <br />Grey exhaust from misty cars <br />a fragile moon that weakly shines <br />the low bright sun fiercely rains <br />warming rays that blind my gaze. <br />Early autumn morning shines <br />speaking quietly to mankind <br />prepare for the winter months <br />take out warm clothes <br />hats and coats and scarves <br />ready for colder morning's starts. <br />The summers left for southern climes <br />and winter's waiting for its time <br />as the earth continues round <br />seasons come and then they go <br />and the sun it never did pretend <br />that the summer mornings wouldn't end.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/summer-mornings-end/
