With fleeting footsteps summer flies
away from ever greying skies
and winds that bluster through the trees
sent swaying, gripping tightly leaves
that all too soon will turn to brown
when autumn comes and flutter down
in circling spirals to lie forlorn,
a soggy carpet on the lawn,
while we dream of summer days
glimpsed through autumn’s damp, dark haze.

© Elizabeth Leaper


3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. journeyintopoetry
    Aug 26, 2015 @ 14:10:06

    Oh I really love this; a perfet description of how it is and what’s to come 😊


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