Summer Left Behind

SUMMER LEFT BEHIND

(ODE TO A NEW AUTUMN)

WRITTEN BY J. R HILTON

2017

LEAVES TAKING TURNS LEAPING FROM THE THEIR BRANCHES

LITTLE BALLERINAS ONE AND ALL

BUSY HERALDING IN THE FALL 

SKIPPING RACING ON THE BREEZE

FLUTTERING TO THE GROUND 

LAND THERE GENTLY WITHOUT A SOUND 

THE TREES ARE BARING THEIR SOULS

BIRDS ON THE WING

EVERYTHING POINTS TO FALL

SOMETHING HAPPENS TO US ALL

WE WERE JUMPING IN THE LEAVES

LYING THERE LOOKING AT THE SKY

A KALEIDOSCOPE OF COLORED TREES

A MASS EXODUS OF SWIRLING LEAVES

HEADING TO THE GROUND, FLYING RACING DOWN

WHEN SKIES TURN LEADEN GRAY

COOL WEATHERS ON THE WAY

SEE YOUR BREATH IN MORN

SUMMER LEFT BEHIND TO SCORN

THE COMING OF THE FALL

LEAVES OF OAKS MAJESTIC AIR

FLIT AND FLY WITHOUT A CARE

THEY DANCE AS THEY FALL

ANSWERING AUTUMN'S CALL

LEAVES OF MAPLE RED AND GOLD

TO YELLOW BROWN TURNING OLD

LEAFLESS BRANCHES TOUCH THE SKY

EXCEPT A COUPLE THAT CAN'T BRING THEMSELVES TO LEAVE

LONGER STRONGER HANGING IN

TO SEE WHAT THE OTHERS MISSED

MAYBE ANOTHER KISS FROM THE SUN

INDIAN SUMMERS ALMOST DONE

NO MORE LEAVES FLOATING THROUGH THE AIR

DREAMS OF SUMMER LEFT WITH CARE

AUTUMN'S VOICE HAS SPOKE

WITH A COLORED PARADE

NOW IT'S VOICE BEGINS TO FADE

INTO SKIES OF LEADEN GRAY

SAD WHEN THERE'S NO MORE FALL

NOT MUCH COLOR AT ALL