Turn away from the day to see the night,
Gold fading as bronze rises bright.
Grasses chirp melody, crickets whisper harmony-
The sound of fading light falling,
Smells of the frosts calling,
Promises uttered softly to me
Of diamonds on the leaves and blades,
When the glory of the summer fades.
The naïve season listens too.
I cry for the leaves dressing in glory,
Matching the fast-falling evening's fury-
Summer, I grieve for you.
As youthful joy for beauty dies,
My heart stirs and my spirit cries.