End of Summer
Golden rays dwindle,shadows stretch long.Last blooms nodto the cricket’s song.Leaves hint at change,breezes turn cool.Empty nests perchin quiet lull.Fields once vibrant,now bear gold grain.Sunset comes early,welcomes night’s reign.Farewell soft warmth,hello crisp air.Summer sighs softly,in autumn’s fair glare. Summary End of Summer poem captures the transitional essence of late summer as it yields to autumn. The…