of chlorine splash,
peals of laughter,
as children dash,
nostalgic scenes,
from my memory flash;
yearning for Fall,
yet enjoying these nights,
for they won't stay long,
but cicadas fight,
their insistence a melody,
a sound camaraderie,
an ode to change,
an enveloping symphony;
but oh for the day,
that first swirl of leaves,
dance on the lawn,
in the Autumn breeze,
frost on the pane,
pumpkins in the patch,
dare we ask for these to hurry....
shorter days are the catch.
