Summer bids farewell,
with pastel petals falling
toward dry khaki grass parched with thirst,
hanging on for life in powdery dust
yearning for the blessing
hidden in a cloud above about to burst.
Shining leaves of bronze and gold,
breaking free of twisted oaken ancients,
aided by a blast of cold,
rival bolts of flashing sunlight
darting through low hanging clouds.
Down they tumble,
mingling with the pastel petals,
destined soon to dry and die,
ground to powdery dust,
beneath the countless footsteps,
of the bustling passersby.
© Blaise 2018