Clouds come out to play,
Imaginations begin to mild,
Complaint from a child.
Carpool feels a little blah,
Sun continues to claw,
Days are hard to bare,
Less time to stop and care.
A sudden evening breeze,
Not hot, wonder the trees,
An inhale of moist air
Is fall somewhere in there?
Curlying of a corner lip,
Could it be? Only a sip...
Heart jumped a beat,
Outside, could be sweet.
A tiny hint of hope
Fall, please throw me a rope!
Could it be he heard me?
Sun says, "You'll see."
Stop waiting for something grand,
A brush of the cheek, with a hand.
The whisper of Autum calling,
Don't mind falling, falling, falling...
