Summer days

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In the last leg of the day

From summer of this year

Is the crisp warm evening sky

That will soon disappear.

 

Rituals of the warmth

Imminently to be replaced

In respect of the freeze

With cold, as days are laced.

 

As it had often been done,

A hop and a skip outside

Shall be a thing of the past

As, nervously  are huddled inside.

 

A lucky show of the sun

A shy sunny day, in between

The critters come out to play

And, nature does her preen

 

Seasons are a friend to all

Like shopkeepers doling out treats

The cycle slowly moves forward

We see our share of repeats