Fall lies ahead, but feeling bereft, <br /> Backward I peer round Summer's bend-- <br /> One last glimpse of the joys being left <br /> Till another long year shall finally end... <br /> For orange now will intrude on green <br /> And colder air will nip at bare arms <br /> As Nature paints her rustic scene, <br /> Trying to coax with her pastel charms. <br /> Reluctantly, grudgingly, will I observe <br /> As memories of Summer gradually fade-- <br /> Only setting forth on Fall's cool curve <br /> At the browning of my precious jade...<br /><br />B. B. Watkins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/please-not-yet/
