Summer's End by D. Bowden

All the leaves are falling round Drifting, piling on the ground. Red and gold and purple hues, Hiding any summer clues That are left from yesterday When all the children were at play, Cheering with voices merry Amongst the strong green willow trees. Days grow shorter, evenings cool, The children are all back in school. With their noses in their books, Out the windows stealing looks, Longing for those summer days And for endless, carefree ways. They have a long time to await Till winter winds and snows abate And springtime flowers bloom anew A new season starts for me, and you.