And rainy spontaneous kisses siezed,
And the last wild flowers leftover from spring,
And the splinters and thorns that barefeet might bring.
Goodbye to the cicadas who sing in the heat of the day,
And the fireflies blinking, goodnight they say.
Goodbye to the days that blister and scorch.
Goodbye to my freedom, and hello to the
Leaves crunching,
The animals munching
A last snack before their slumber.
Hello to the turkey roasing,
And the football fans boasting
On chilly sunday afternoons with their thick college sweatshirts.
Hello autumn.
goodbye Summer.
