Even now, summer does not want to give up its glory
Late into September, sunny days spread their warm rays
Autumn is but one short day away, yet summer will not yield
Trees have barely begun to change their rich green colors
Hanging on to their summer shades and sporting full leaved dress
Though, here and there, maples flaunt a tinge of orange blaze
Not wanting to be outdone to show off their leaves and amaze
Road side golden rods in abundance proudly display their full bloom
Cornfields a rich golden brown, their fruit of cobs long harvested
Awaiting to be ploughed into the ground to nourish the soil
Herds of cattle munch the long sweet grass growing in the fields
Lying down in groups, enjoying these last warm days of summer
Folk taking advantage of the warmth, out in force at their leisure
Getting extra wear from shorts and tees and lighter summer gear
Ensuring every moment counts before this late summer rolls away
And yet, even as the night hours draw in earlier and earlier
Summer just does not wish to yield and end
Has gone into a mode of Indian Summer code
Why not!Let the late summer have its way
For soon, autumn will descend and have its day
Written on drive to Scugog, Ontario - 22nd September 2019
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem