As The Summer Ends. Poem by Harold R Hunt Sr

As the summer ends.
As the summer ends. The cold begins to flow in.
With the color of the leaves they really start to fall.
We know that it won't belong it will be winter.
Summer has ended and the pools are quite
As the geese begin to fly south.
Be it a snow flake I see?
No it's just a dream that summer will end.
Now happy, the sun is willing to set.
Now tomorrow the day may be not with the summer sun that never ends