Cricket song still fills the air,
as the warm wind switches to
a cool bite in the evenings.
Dead leaves crunch under foot
from last Fall, waiting for the next
layer of color to drop.
The lake water is too cold for
swimming and the suits and
towels are put away for the
next summer.
A strange limbo of sorts forms,
not cold, but chilly nights create the
tone for Autumn.
The breeze whispers of what is to come.
About the Creator
Fiona Howell
I'm Fiona Howell, an Irish musician and author living in New Hampshire, US. I have three books out on Amazon: The Locked Box, Blackwood, and The Promised Kind. I have three poems published in anthologies by the Peterborough Poetry Project.
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