Changes
A long hot summer,
sizzling temperatures drain,
humidity saps my soul.
Never ending heat,
welcome at first after
a cold winter and brief spring.
Bright yellow leaves signal
changing seasons––autumn.
A cool breeze rushes by,
chills me as I bask
in sunshine, summer is going.
Doesn't ask permission.
only slips away like a guilty lover
unwilling to face the music.
Hiding behind a facade of integrity
until that, too, gives way.
Leaves fall, truth lies naked
as trees in winter.
