Goodbye to Summer

I can't believe it's happening!
September month is almost gone.
It is the summer's last hurrah
With cool October coming on.

It's autumn on the calendar,
The days are warm and nights are chilled.
All life around is closing down.
My world is with loud bird calls filled.

So busy gearing for their flight,
They're calling for all of their kin.
The racket makes good sense to them,
To me, it's just a raucous din.

Jack Frost will leave his signs on all.
Without a clinging leaf to share,
Shivering in the winter's wind,
Pitiful trees with branches bare.

If I could hibernate 'til spring
I'd be retiring very soon,
But not until his shift is done;
That big old ball of harvest moon.

By: Joyce 9/22/02