Summer's End

CAROLE NICHOLS

Heat still touches her golden face,
Yet sadness sings without a sound;
She watches as a lone leaf falls,
Alone and dying, spinning to the ground.

Flowers abound in fragrant profusion,
Ever more pungent in the steamy heat;
Yet the petals are turning with each day,
The cool of the night will send defeat.

In her heart she knows that seasons pass,
The warmth will leave but then return;
But she hates the journey into the cold,
For the kiss of the sun she'll always yearn.

She sits in the stillness of summer's end,
A lone tear falling to join the leaf,
Casting wishes and longings into the sun,
Delay, another day, autumn's motif.