The Death of Summer

You are autumn,

Lazy runner

Cool and crisp to touch

Before caressing gusts

And blessed with burning coloring,

Appearing with surprise

Then strangely pulled away, 

Another frustrating summer stretch,

We, anxious and wishing,

Left awaiting your unscheduled return.

Your eyes intensely intimate

And smile sharp, refreshing,

Clears the branches,

Promising your lively

Kisses in exchange.

I crave your touch

Invigorating.

- 10/17/25