Dusk’s curtain draws earlier each day
Summer’s laughter ebbing away

The fatigued trees
Surrender their abundance
In the final days of hay

The daring green’s declaration
Became the decadent gold’s glorification

Nature fades her landscape to grey
Calming the rhythm of her pulse

And as the swelling blues
Spill uncontrollably
Across the barren brown
She herds her flock underground

But within her subterranean home
She throbs her even beat
And she remembers
Her hallowed covenant…

That in robes of passionate purple
And the aura of her brazen red
She will return.

And,
With tendrils of her tender charm
With a lullaby of soothing sweetness
She will hush the swollen blues
Into the land of forgetfulness