Summer Marches Toward Fall

The world is quiet for me

Well really not I think I see

The mantel clock ticks on

Always forward, it marches on

And the leaves rustle in the trees

Wiggle and giggle like busy bees

Green they are supple and free

Well not quite so, tied to a tree

They work until fall’s chill

Soon to be dead and still

In that fall sunset before night

They show their colors bright

For those few weeks they are true

Shining bright for me and you

The mantel clock ticks on for all

As summer marches toward fall