Days of Summer are Ending
by Greg Zemlansky
The leaves are changing and so is the
weather.
It’s time to put away the summer shorts
and put on a frumpy sweater.
There’s a crispness in the air that greets
the sun rising.
The red rose weeps a tear knowing the
days of summer are ending.
A wispy veil of frosty dew covers the
remains of dying flowers.
Colorful leaves not making a sound
falling softly from almost bare trees.
Squirrels hoarding in their full cheeks
fall’s fruit of labor;
scurrying to a secret stash hiding place
way from his neighbor.
Leaves guided by the north wind to
land in an unknown place.
The crackling sounds are heavenly
from a warm fireplace.
Halloween is near and Thanksgiving
is coming;
harvest days are here and summer
days are ending.