The suns heat no longer scorches,
Leaves turn from green to brown,
Fall is soon approaching,
Leaves scatter to the wind and ground.
Wind changes direction,
The Bee’s don’t seem to care,
They turn aggravated and tormented,
As the summer breeze turns to fall’s cool air.
Squirrels building homes,
Paper and leaves crammed in their mouth,
Birds in open skies do roam,
Making their way back to the south.
Butterflies in final flight,
The wind allows them to glide,
Dragonflies till the dusk of night,
Fall’s here – Summer we bid goodbye.
– Annalee Hopkins Somerville