Poetry for Summer Ending by Me

End of Summer Spirit

The air still hums with golden light,

but evenings lean toward softer night.

Leaves whisper secrets, edges turn,

the wheel of seasons starts to churn.

Bare feet remember grass and heat,

waves that kissed where shorelines meet.

Laughter lingers, sunsets glow,

a promise kept in ebb and flow.

Now spirits rise on twilight’s breeze,

grateful hearts beneath the trees.

Summer bows, yet leaves her flame—

a spark within, that stays the same.

Carry her warmth into the cold,

her freedom young, her wisdom old.

For though the season drifts away,

her spirit guides the autumn’s way.