The vestiges of summer have been stripped away,
Leaving only tattered shreds behind.
Valiant remnants of sunnier days,
Now morphed into the transient shades of autumn.
The relics of summer all gathered up
And woven into a carpet of fallen leaves;
Summer has lent her gentle graces
To the vibrant airs of fall –
The lines between them blurred,
So that it’s impossible to tell
Where the one begins and the other ends.
~ Ilana Reimer