Ametrine skies, gusting lingering sighs,
Whisper tales, of retired summer days.
Breezy breaths soothe the sun’s blistering eyes,
Of a gaze, that’s turned greens to browns, and grays.
Burnished apricot shadows, listen still,
As the sky narrates the gone summertide.
Dog days memories, warm the autumn chill,
Recomposed, nature will strike a new stride.
Glitter dust glows from fireflys’ displays;
Upon parched tree limbs, they flash, and they fling,
Launching dandelion fluff way ward ways,
Strewn leaves applaud the harvest moon rising.
Breathless, dark skies remind of shortened days,
Dampness cradles all with light, misty haze.
-Marie Helen Abramyan
