By the time you read these dots and dashes,
Most parts of the world will have those splashes,
of colour
that excite me and ignite a change
of a season,
for this reason the weather rearranges,
our calendars,
outdoor events move inside, lightening flashes,
go before thunderous sounds and crashes.

Uprooting and harvest, closure and clothing
changes, rain boots and umbrellas do the thing,
to keep us somewhat drier,
jacket on in the chill of morning,
jacket off and begin,
the humid commute home, people warming
and sit by the home fire,
with their feet up, yet summer mourning...
                                                     ­                  .
                                                               ­        .
                                                               ­        falls
                                             on the deaf ears of relentless change...