Angela

14

Summerset

It's no longer sad
When the trees bleed away their leaves,
When the mountains trade their jade for gold,
And the tides breathe warmth to other worlds.

But onto summer days we hold,
Days we do not want to end,
Days when all we leave behind
Are footprints in the weary sand,
Days that warm the nighttime,
Burn down heartbreaks,
Brand our hearts.

No, it should not be sad
To watch the evening turn cold,
And sigh farewell to summerset
As it exhales and slips into the sea
Too quietly for us to hear,
So we can sleep in summertime one more night,
Until next morning,
When the fallen leaves
Are shaken awake
By autumn's first breeze.