Hoping the flowers will last as long as the frost keeps its bite.
Clipping the flowers,
Arranging them in a clear vase which will soon be empty.
Walking the path,
Reminiscing the warmth that enveloped sandaled feet.
Feeling the sun,
Remembering it in early morning and late at night.
Watching the campfire,
Burning bright as the moon.
Tasting the garden,
Relishing tomatoes, peppers, and pumpkins.
Rustling the leaves,
Changing with color to yellow and red.
Boating the lake,
Feeling the coolness more than ever.
Entering the night,
Opening the window to sleep.
Awaiting the crisp air,
Leaving the cherished warmth behind.