And now it is September,
a serious season, school time.
No more time for banter.
I put away summer things,
though the heat burns more than ever.
Days wane and night comes soon.
I must leave sand castles behind.
No need to shore up shifting sands;
the waves will take what they need,
leaving no sign we were ever here.
There will be other seasons.
Leaves that once gave shade
wither and drop at my feet.
Bare branches offer no protection.
Winds that cooled now chill,
and I dutifully seek shelter.
Tonight I will huddle by the fire
while flames consume summer dreams.
My skin will sear,
soul turn to ash.
Autumn's purge will be complete.
This is a Three Word Wednesday post.