Fall Is Coming

The sun is getting lazy;
Tired from long days of caressing flowers and kissing cheeks.
It sinks, each night, into its bed behind the horizon
A few minutes earlier than it did the night before.
The moon stretches with a yawn,
Ready for the change in shifts;
Eager for more hours on the clock.
The breeze, just a little cooler than yesterday,
Whispers images of what is to come:
Snugly blankets,
Crunching leaves,
Roaring fires.
A reprieve from the scorching heat
and thirstiness
that summer often brings.
Fall is coming.
I am ready.


©2014 Courtney Ann Howard