Summer plans one final act, readying
to turn over the stage to autumn, whose invitations
out early this year
have captured the hearts of the sun, leaves
remaining flowers and birds
None can resist fall’s impending magical dance of color
its extravagance, spell-bounding beauty
The trees must sleep, after a long hardworking summer
The flowers return to seed, rejoining the earth birthing them
And the birds draw straws, seeing who will stay
and who will flock and head southward
With just a glimmer of sadness, I watch
as September draws nigh
the last of summer drift past my window
and autumn’s glorious color show begin
Poetic Alchemist 
Gautami: I wish you more temperate and mild weather.
I am glad to let August go. It was horribly humid. Let’s see what September brings.
Trinitystar: Thanks. Good seeing you around. Glad you enjoyed.
Andrew: Thanks. Naw, you got time left with summer, but it might be Indian summer…
Spell bounding beauty it is! Lovely words Don as always.
I’m not ready for it, but your poem may change my mind. 🙂
Floots: Thanks I hear ya. Well, there’s always next year, as they say. Who the hell is “they?” 🙂
Aurora: Thanks so much. By the way, I really like what you’ve done it your blog. Nice job.
Polona: Thanks. I know what you mean…
nicely put don
i dread it and welcome it in equal measure
This nicely capures the transitional period between summer and autumn. 🙂
beautiful, don. this time of year usually makes me melancholy (so i run away to savour some more summer)
and an old song springs to mind… autumn leaves
Pat: Thanks. I hear ya. You should move back to Cleveland. 🙂
Dan: Thanks. Hey, Happy Birthday! Naw, not melancholy…just hate to let go of the flowers. But the fall leaves are a comin!
Not down here. At least a month away. But, when it comes it will be welcome this year.
Kinda melancholy, huh?
Kent: Thanks. Indeed that was the point of this one. There is also the matter of “holding on” to what we love and trying to prevent anything else. It’s a delicate balance, isn’t it? Our choice? In my view, to appreciate the all of the world for what it is. Autumn is also my favorite, but I love each season for what it is and what it brings.
You’ve touched on the difficulty that transition brings. But there are really good things to come! I welcome every season, though some are more difficult than others (I don’t like summer heat). Autumn has always been my favorite. Thank you for a wonderful take on change.