I Write Poetry

the sun occupies a special place in the sky
the waning days of summer are here
the days be shorter
the shadows they be longer

the leaves are falling from the trees
though sometimes with the still hot
temperatures
it’s hard to believe autumn
will soon be here

the colors to get changed
from shades of green
to those of orange yellow
and brown

the signs of the times
are nailed to the mileposts
the flyers are up
all around the town

like the angels sing their sweet melodies
the birds banter on the wayside swing
the warm summer breeze
will soon turn to colder winds