Summer turns brown
all around
the edges of leaves
and the smell of decay
won't get away
from everything.
I love
the death of summer
in October.
But only because
I know it will return
and burn
on the faces
of sunflowers
again.


Summer turns brown
all around
the edges of leaves
and the smell of decay
won't get away
from everything.
I love
the death of summer
in October.
But only because
I know it will return
and burn
on the faces
of sunflowers
again.

