Summer lifts her head
revealing flushed cheeks and bruised lips.
She’s slowly falling apart to be replaced
by a much colder, duller version of herself–
her vibrant greens being replaced
by reds and oranges, the dying evidence of her fiery, passionate sparks,
but mostly by browns, evidence of the light and life
fading from her eyes.
Time says that it is long past time
to tell her goodbye,
see you next year.