• I step outside into the autumn air
    Surrounded by explosions of color
    The hues of leaves as they dance in the breeze
    Or lay in bright bursts against the dry grass
    Bright crimson, a muted gold, or any shade in between

    But

    As my feet break the delicate veins of these leaves
    With the crunching sound that is a part of the season,
    Even as I partake in the vibrant colors aroundme
    I know that in three weeks time it will be gone
    Eventually, these colors will desaturate into a dust brown
    The brightness to grey

    Today, everything is clear and sharp
    Defined by perfect crisp lines
    As if the scenery before me has been drawn on canvas
    With the sharpest of pencils
    But these clean lines will blur
    Into the soft landscape of winter snow

    The impending frost now looms over me
    Like a black cloud
    Every foggy breath reminds me of the impending icicles
    Soon the season will be dragged down
    To bleak shades of black and white
    It will be tragic to watch the colors die

    And now as I lament over summer's misfortune
    I sometimes forget that
    This too shall pass
    The cold, the dark, the loneliness of winter will be only for a season
    Only for a season
    Spring will come again