The Change
Summer has not yet gone,
nor has Winter begun its song.
August's heat is tamed some now,
as cooler breezes flow from Winter's brow.
The flowers are showing their final glory.
Leaves begin to change, telling Autumn's story.
Flaming orange, and golden yellow,
make bright paths of gentle mellow.
The air is cool and hushed as it waits
for Frosty's fingers to creep through the gate.
8-11-00
©Elizabeth Avalos