Oh, I remember.
I remember you
sneaking in with the cool down,
catching a lift on the summer breeze.
Yes, I’ve seen this before.
how you turn the trees to ghosts,
the leaves to dust beneath our boots
and make a liar out of the sun.
It wasn’t that long,
but you’ve settled in again
and the beasts trade their sleek attire
for wooly, rugged coats
and prepare for the chill you bring.
They are brave against you
and I am sure you won’t stay long…
you never do (so fleeting, so reliably unreliable you).
From green to brown to white…