I see the days of shorter light cupping the orange of blanket noon,
Across the humming hills of yesterday,
And the trees of the acorn dune.
The crackled flame flickered a phoenix,
A phoenix of blooming ruby glows,
Ash bowed out the summer, as autumn winged and rose.
A change is carried now on the ever cooling breeze,
Life begins to wilt and wallow,
Slips the clinging fingers of summer, now falls her widowed leafs.
Copyright © 2017 Charlie Hasler.