Every Fall

Leaves begin to turn
and the gusts are brisk
The days lose their length
so the sun escapes
long before the day wishes to relent

It’s a little selfish
I’d say,
But I crave a day that lingers
just a few idle moments
instead of whisking away
while lighting the street lamps

And I mourn the evenings of summer
that glow and glisten until
only the frogs
can bear to croak
after the world has gone to rest
but now even the frogs have retired their songs

So I guess we can wish
and want and pray
but nature plays its games
with heedless enjoyment
so when coats are donned
we’d better surrender

Emily vB, Grade 12, Regular Contributor

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