Summer Is Saying Buhbye Poem by Leslie Alexis

Summer sun dries the leaves for fall
Leaving them brittle at the touch
That wind collects each in its roll call
And lives to its predestined nonesuch

Bees collect the last of the nectar
As daffodils ready to hibernate
Chill comes as a readied inspector
And warmer days slowly abate

The man dresses a tad bit warmer
Jeans and slacks replacing tanks and shorts
The grocery now sells last month’s farmer
And indoor replaces outdoor sports

The fall or autumn soon stands as ruler
With shortened days and vague forecasts
But soon is replaced by one much crueler
As winter comes with blizzard blasts

Copyright © 2010 Leslie Alexis