The summer has been deliciously long and languid,
but the pools and fields are still and lonely.
Tanned cheeks and flip flops are replaced with school books and backpacks.
The days are shorter and, somehow, less bright.
Slowly, the blazing, haughty splendor of summer wilts slightly,
and you can feel the tug of war between autumn and summer.
Dew and chill creep gently into the morning and eve,
and the garish, green garments on the trees turn ever so slightly brown.
One morning, a cool breeze roots across the ground,
and a single, brown leaf quivers and bows in submission--floating to the ground.
Fall is here.