The air is cooler.

The winds grow sharp.

When afternoon comes,

The sky grows dark.

 

The rodents fall asleep

When the birds fly away.

The fire seems warmer

With each passing day.

 

The sun was early,

But now late for the cusp.

The dew remains

In the grass at dusk.

 

The trees appear old

As they bend in the wind.

With vibrant colors,

They slowly wear thin.

 

Summer moved away,

So I feel strange.

It’s that time of the year

That brings out change.

written by Saanvi Gutta

 

Image Credits: Abraham Hunter, 2014.