Late August, and the summer sun warmly burns, <br />But the leaves on the trees are beginning to turn; <br />It seems hard to believe, as the sky is so blue, <br />But the leaves at my feet insist that it’s true. <br /> <br />For the past few months, it has been my friend, <br />But the summer season is now nearing its end. <br />It won’t be long till there is frost and snow, <br />And the sun will then have a more watery glow. <br /> <br />A few fallen leaves, curled, edged with brown, <br />Skip and scuttle across the sun-baked ground. <br />The long summer days, the winter will thieve, <br />And cast an evil spell upon all of the leaves. <br /> <br />But as they die, they’ll set the world alight, <br />And create for us the most wonderful sight. <br />Crowns of yellow, orange, brown, and red. <br />Will adorn the trees’ autumnal heads. <br /> <br />Upon the ground, the leaves will create a bed; <br />Their carpet will soften every creature’s tread. <br />When the leaves have finished falling down, <br />The trees will then bear a nightmarish crown. <br /> <br />The nights are very slowly drawing on in, <br />And the milder weather will then soon begin. <br />That summer’s almost over, it’s hard to believe; <br />For long, hot summer days, my heart will grieve.<br /><br />Angela Wybrow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/goodbye-to-summer-2/
