Summer lingers, holding out
as the Autumnal Equinox appears
like a spoiled child hanging on
summer refuses to give way.
Even as the leaves turn
from green to shades of red
even with the scent of decay
summers tentacles hold fast
refusing to acknowledge it’s death.
Like an old man, at the end of life
who clings tenaciously at the last
summer hangs on eyes wide open.
Yet, soon, it will yield to change
like we who live here must do
yielding to the seasons of life
as we live in the midst of death.