There is a chill at night as summer fades into fall.
A sadness as schools start and the days shorten,
as baseball hopes fade and leaves change hues.
The brilliance of the sun is no longer blistering,
the nights no longer hot and moist and requiring
only sheets and no other bed clothes.
Even your messages are shorter,
crisper in tone like the winds
that rustle the dying
plants with
memories.