On the Eve of Autumn

Summer skies slipping by
more quickly into night,
and more slowly they’ve come to stretch awake
and reach out their morning light.

But, I’m aware here and now
these in-between moments yet
hold magic, and wonder, and opportunities to savor
before with frosty winds we will have met.

On the eve of autumn, summer sighs;
sun painting clouds pink, shadow using deep strokes of blue;
and when the impending change stirs up feelings of unease,
I remind myself, each hard ending is also a beginning for something beautiful and new.