the summer is over
the may pole is done
and the lovers of mid-summer eve
find their way back home
it is time for me to go
the leaves of my spring
wither and fade, falling
kissing the feet of autumn
and autumn sings for me
picking the strings of an old acoustic
and i close my eyes and exhale
the last breath of summer
before decomposing
stripping the last of all my lives
to die within that earthly stare
and i seep into the heart of the earth
its brown and green and golds
protecting me from winter