September snaps August to her knees
with a crisp breeze and the first drops
of orange on the one-coloured horizon

spring flowers outlive their welcome
while leaves begin being beaten down
by the cold wind of the end of summer

rain sweeps her hand through your hair
taking with her the sweetness of the sun
and leaving the cool hope and beauty of

shedding one's sunburned skin
in the cold wild of the end of summer.