Summer Days

the clouds float slowly by wispy, fluffy white the grass prickles at the skin the wind teases the hair rays of sunshine lazing by the whispering of locust wings scents of summer floating through berries coming in birds rustling in their nests prepping everything the farmer checking day by day as his crop starts closing in but hen summer starts to close the locusts quiet the birds begin to leave summer days are ended berries fade way as the apples and the corn start to come the world begins to spin away as summer struggles on the cloud begin to swirl to darken and to change and summer slips away and the copper leaves swirl to herald autumn as it marches in and sweeps under the rug the lazy rays of sun for the brittle shine