On The Breeze Poem by Paul Reed

That first froth of excitement settled
Holiday trips outward now returned
Paths through woods bedraggled and nettled
Year-start to year-end upturned;

Thorny branches have heads bowed
Green leaves hide a golden tone
Petals scattered, once so proud
The carpet of daisies lies mown;

Nightfalls closing in all the way
Vanished, the days spent at ease
Clouds over the watery sun hold sway
Summer has come and gone on the breeze