The wind from the north comes rushing in, pushing aside August.
The light is dimmer.
The chill is staying. Where has summer been gone?
Blue sky is rare, grey came upon days and days.
My dream of summer is near the end, do I dare say farewell?
For September has another promise, of life, of love, of laughter.
Oh, joy! Let autumn come and rejoice!
But before the crisp air settles in, and the leaves change their colors,
Let summer be seen once more!
(Photos taken around the town’s green where I live).