The sun hangs high
while the weeds grow tall,
the insects swarm
as we wait for Fall.
The sweat pours down
and the night winds squall,
the spiders sow
as we wait for Fall.
The grasses wilt
while cicadas call,
the schoolyards swell
as we wait for Fall.
The ice cream melts
while the sunsets crawl,
and all souls sigh
as we wait for Fall.
I love the imagery in this poem. You’ve caught the anticipation of all of us waiting for fall!
I’m glad you enjoyed it 🙂