Waning

We frolic in the warmth

of summer’s waning sun

and slowly layer ourselves

for winter’s isolation.

We tread through the corpses

of nature’s love;

fighting off the crispness

of fall’s first freeze.

Time will not wait as we

tender our harvest

and measure our stores against

winter’s coming softness.

Comments

Jackie Lynnley from the beautiful south on August 27, 2018:

Makes me look forward to fall and winter.