it rains more often
now that summer ends
it is a salty rain that comes
from the sea
when the wind blows
and the wind blows colder now
there is a sad abundance
for nature knows that she
must die
or sleep perchance to dream
still the leaves are green
and the sun is warm
yet summer's end is in the air
and it's getting darker
day by day
the streets turn grey
but the cars keep rushing by
oblivious or maybe just indifferent
cut off from the changing
of the seasons
Written by Merle Emrich.
Cover photo by Merle Emrich.