is already  here
that cusp month
between summer  and fall
not wishing those  last fireflies  
good bye
turning of  leaves
   on countdown
palpable desires
for  apple cider  
and pumpkin pies  
starting to rise
welcoming  crisp air  
autumn festivals
like a  long lost love
before  winter
claws at the door  
it's cold grasp  
mere   months  away
until then  
September  weaves
a   transitional
spell
across  landscapes
summer's last gasps
sputters
          through
growing lawns
laced with biting bugs
until
mama nature
finally  decides
to toss
  those crunchy colorful
leaf rugs
***** nilly
all about
the countryside.