Summer is dying (poem).

By Kitty_Cipher

As summer cools, and nears fall, Note that I was here, and I wish is to see the colours. Nature dies, see the snow fall. I huddle under covers, Only left to ponder, how? Mother nature is swift, now. Each day shorter, colder, brisk. The trees are bare, save the pines. The air is harsh, it hurts me. Each breath agony to take, all to go see how you fair. No longer affable, she yells through the wind and storm. The snow swirls, summer has died. Winter has come with a sheet and blanket of ice and snow. All I know is that you’re warm.