Some Subtle Signs of Summer’s Slippage

Sunday sonnet

Photo by William J Spirdione

Soft angled sunlight slithers through spent blooms
with days packed full of smiles before the freeze.
Now summer slips into Fall’s arms. Assumes
there’s time enough to catch a love like these.

Here in these thoughts, my hands can’t reach the glow
of fading light that mends a heart, my dear.
I hear the children play so long ago.
This season’s running out of steam, I fear.

The tiny crickets chirp just out of sight.
A butterfly feeds as if on the last
of Summer’s blooms. Could this be so? Just might.
Slight chill with breeze. The leaves are falling fast

And more of Autumn’s not so subtle ways
like how it quickly gets this dark these days.

Photo by William J Spirdione