In The Wind Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

August days, nature's rhythm
in a dance with the trees;
one that leaves a blush of color
in each cool afternoon breeze.

Gentle chimes clang and gong
their own soothing little song
a music carried in the wind;
music that signals Summer's end.

Birds seem to slumber,
to them it's a lullaby,
even bees and butterflies
have all said their goodbyes.

As another Summer wanes
change drifts in on the wind;
these August days seem to say
Autumn is just around the bend.