Days are getting shorter nights <br />are getting longer, the skies are <br />starting to fill the air with a chill <br /> <br />Gallently the birds are flocking thier <br />final fairwell, the hills are now losing <br />their color of life, but preparing for <br />the hues that bring thier world to <br />its final destination <br /> <br />Pumpkins are now starting to replace <br />the rose bushes the dainty pedals know <br />there is no longer any rebirth, the pumkin <br />is in harvest, time to move and give way <br />to the newcoming season, and say goodby <br />to the mellow air and warm breeze of summer......<br /><br />Bonnie Collins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/warm-breeze-of-summer/
