Summer’s End

The summer’s end’s approaching;

The sun will later rise.

A darker morn’s encroaching

On those lovely early skies.

With most classrooms getting ready,

Parents stock up on supplies,

As the days march, slow and steady,

Towards where autumn’s in disguise.

Soon the leaves will lose their greening

And the temps will start to dip.

Oh, to fall my soul is leaning,

As my slog becomes a skip.