Crisp autumn air
Sun coming down through yellowing leaves
Summer is leaving us
Cherish the green, growing grass,
The unripe tomatoes on the vine,
Crisp autumn air.
The scent of dying leaves warns
Snow is coming.
Sun coming down through yellowing leaves,
A reprieve to work the ground,
Plant for next year’s blooming.
Summer is leaving us.
Posted for the Monday Poetry Potluck.