The End of Summer

Okay, seasons. I get it. Though the air is still warm, the sunlight tilts and the gold is creeping into the leaves. You’ve even dumped some rain on my head to get my attention. I’ve loved the Summer with its sparkling water and brilliant blues. But you turn my head; lure me away from sipping wine in the soft grass with promises of pomegranates and caramel apples. Soon Autumn will be a riot of leaves and fireplaces. I look down at my feet and they already understand; I’m wearing boots. I’ll miss you Summer. Kiss me hard before you go.