Reflections
in the water like shadows in my mind
Speak to me
of passing days and nights and passing time.
The falling
leaves are whispering, winter's on its way
I close my
eyes remembering the warmth of yesterday
It seems a
shame to see September swallowed by the wind
And more than
that it's oh so sad to see the summer's end.
And though
the changing colors are a lovely thing to see
If it were
mine to make a change, I think I'd let it be.
But I don't remember hearing anybody asking me.