the summer as I knew it began to unfold.
The leaves change color to red and yellow,
even some touches of orange or 2.
It's like we're in a painting,
with rolling hills of unmaking.
Dead leaves spread along the ground,
waiting for some fun to be found.
The sun turns color too,
from it's bright yellow to a golden hue.
Trees groan with displeasure,
asking for something that would heal them,a cure.
I lie in the grass,
my heart slowing down.
Thinking of what was to
come.
Grass would turn gold and yellow
in a way as if on cue.
I closed my eyes,
letting the spirit of ending take it's
toll.
The winds of calm blow through
the forests that be.
Then suddenly I felt water on my nose.
I open them again and snow
began to build a white wall.
Looks like it was the end of fall.
