The days are getting cooler.

The nights are drawing in.

Trees are losing their summer

hues of green

And replacing them with autumn

hues of gold.

 

I am the only one left here.

My friends have gone away.

They've gone away to foreign lands

Where the sunshine never fades.

 

Soon it will be September.

Back to work and back to school.

Then the long, hot days of summer

Will become a distant memory.