Goodbye to the days of warmth and light

Where birds sing their songs in the morning

And fireflies dance under soft glow of moonlight.

Farewell to the grass, freshly cut and green

To the endless blue sky

And the daylight that now, can barely be seen.

Gone is the time that, at one point, seemed to stretch out forever

Yet as a butterfly fleeting swoops out of grasp

That anticipation turned to reflection on the past

As if it disappeared with the blink of an eye

Summer is gone, and winter has arrived