Bryan Alexander - Fall

the summer is ending
I feel Septembers
Cold fingers
reaching around the
fragile neck
of my beloved season
as the summer dies
and fires on the beach
cease
we will sit back
and catch the leaves
as they fly from the trees
that once bound them to earth
they pile in thousands
some meek and some tall
I feel my back against the wall
summer has died
and now its
f
a
l
l

Bryan Alexander

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fall-78/