White fluffy clouds are fleeing far away,
preparing for their darker, darker day.
Last drips of summer trickle down my face;
the breezes taunt me like a sheerest lace.
I watch the flowers pack away their youth,
to save each memory of fiery hue.
Lest old regrets cloud bliss and happiness;
we celebrate the days we’ll always miss.
The sweetest honeyed murmurs swaddle me,
but words melt into laughs – then slowly cease.
Cicadas hum their final melody,
and autumn winds prepare to shake the trees.
I just have time to bid my mute adieu,
and swallow up the sky, so cobalt blue.