Summer In Fall Poem by Rue Palmer

The sun still hums, though softer now,
its golden warmth begins to bow,
to crisping winds that start to call,
a gentle shift from summer to fall.

The trees let go their emerald hue,
as amber flames and crimson brew,
a dance of leaves in wispered flight,
a farwell kiss to daylights height.

The air grows brisk, a cooling hand,
that lingers softly on the land,
the earth prepared for quiet rest,
as summers glow fades in the west,

Yet in this change, a beauty stirs.
In every leaf that softly whirs,
a fleeting time, a final thrill.
Before the world turns calm and still..