Summer Gives Way To Autumn

It's of the changing of the Seasons

A scurrying scuttle

Like a mouse in the attic

The rustle of Summer

Gathering up her things

Impatiently packing

Sometimes erratic

It’s baggage construed

From butterfly wings

One last look cast about

One last satisfied sigh

One more Season over and out

No more Summer thunder

Nor lightning rent sky

A satisfied feeling

And in dire need of rest

Summer finds 

That prospect appealing…

Time to put Fall to the test

Crisp breezes of Autumn

Begin blowing in

As the new season arrives

And Summer is bourne away

With the wind

A wind that sings songs

Both serene and erratic

With scurrying sounds

…like a mouse in the attic…

Author's Note

My fond farewell to Summer. At my age it could always be my last!