The sun is hot, the wind is low

and soft against your face.

The trees are green, their shadows

tall and cool in their embrace.

The grass is bright, the flowers vivid,

and swaying in the breeze.

The mood is light, the kids are happy 

and everyone's at ease.

 

The sun is gone, the wind is cold

and sharp against your face.

The trees are dark, their shadows

thin and bare in their embrace.

The grass is dead, the flowers too

do not sway in the breeze.

The mood is dark, the kids are sick

and no one is at ease.

 

The people fear this time of year,

it's always such a bummer.

The cold and dark that eases

in when fall replaces summer.

 

- Briana Resley