Monday, September 1, 2014

Searing to fall

On a aesthetic high,
The trees felt, all summer,
The life flourished,
Never for a moment dimmer.
Now, there is a pause,
As the greens begin to hue,
Slowly take a fall,
As if, long overdue.
The warm dyed leaves,
Slowly waft to the ground,
Days lose the sheen,
And, clouds pale around.
It’s time to rest the weary limbs,
Take a break from dazzle,
Grays are not so bad,
As nature winds down her muscle.