When Summer Is Gone

When summer is gone, its heart may grieve. The endless breadth of the leaden blue sky and daylight golden sunny rays weave fall days become shorter and unsettled. Temperature's cool sweet breath at play for a playground of dreams and ebullient smiles. No longer cute summer wear, but the warmer apparels embrace. Nights longer echoes sounds of star lights. The days slowly progress to winter earth canvas and shone through abandoned labyrinth patches. Flowers slowly feather out and die, while drawn trees undress and crisp foliage echo footstep of earthy brilliant warm hue colors; a pinwheel of yellow, orange, red, and brown start to claim and dominate the scene; a poet's inspiration.