Farewell Summer

All flesh is grass, and all its loveliness is like the flower of the field. 
The grass withers, the flower fades,but the word of our God stands forever. 
Isaiah 40: 6, 8

Reaching from dried stems

Sprays of brown are left

Like little bursts of

Finished fireworks fading

In the autumn afternoon.

Gone the white lace

That dipped and nodded

At passing cars and curtsied

To the fiery cardinal 

On a sunny summer day.

Gone the saucers of bone china

Inviting butterflies and bees

To high tea on royal finery

Queen Anne sings farewell

As the winter dawns.