There is a chill in the air today,
Drooping the heat that melted to the core,
Giving breath to bounty wilted by sun’s rays,
Offering hope of one crop before winter sets.
All thrive on this change, the cooler air,
The cloud banked sky of white, grey, soaking black,
Offering the promise of life to scorched land,
Carrying tears of bliss before the cold invades.
Lithesome trees will soon shed drop by drop,
Dancing now on nature’s withering stage,
Swaying, swirling, voluptuously stripping,
With season’s change plummeting nature’s ancient path.