Today might be the day
Where this blustery autumn wind carries with it
The sun soaked but tired leaves of yesteryear
Altering the landscape,
A petite model desperately
Holds her skirt down,
A weekend runner chases
That blown away hat,
Today might be the day
Marking the end of summer
© 2016
Change is the only reality in our universe, beautiful poem and very vivid imagery.
I like the pace of this poem and the images that it sent through my mind. Well done.
This is a wonderful poem and yes you may have caught the trurning point of this season.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
First Sunday of the football season has long marked the end of summer for me. : -)