Summer is gone (Sept 26 2010)

Summer is gone
This morning, as I jogged through cooler air
I could feel the tendrils of autumn
Nipping at my heels
A quick brush of my cheek
disguised as a cool wisp of breeze

Summer has gone
The grays and browns of autumn peer out
Slyly testing the water
Cautiously, once held at bay
Creeping in the cool shadows
By the direct rays of summer suns

Summer is done
Even the day flees the onslaught of the cold
Showing itself but sparingly
Night falls early
As the cosmos itself prepares
For Persephone’s decent

Summer is gone
And we huddle closer,
seeking The warmth of electric bonfire
And it’s creeping, evident
Green grasses rust to brown
Winds rattle leaves now gone golden

Summer is gone