Summer’s End

Miniature blooms of tear drop shaped joy.
Purple as popsicles or stained bridesmaid’s satin pumps.
Fall’s triumph over death,
Stubbornly thriving when all else shrinks and fades.
Countless clusters of variegated plenty,
Standing proudly framed by lush leaves.
Green and spiny with life blood’s vein of light sugar.
Created and shaped like Adam’s fig.
Woody branches implied but never seen.
Snowflakes of fall in endless variety,
Some dark, some light, some undecided.
Sunlight plays with its colours creating splendid nonconformity.
How handsome where planted.
How temping to uproot.
Hallway consoles and dining tables long for a cutting.
I go by with a slight grin at the sight,
But no real notice is taken.
It sways and grows as countless people pass.
Time graces it.
Time creates and ends it.
Only time remembers it.