The sun lingers longer, a farewell kiss, Warmth retreats, leaving a cool morning mist. Blooms once vibrant, now tinged with gold, A story of summer waiting to unfold.
Emerald meadows wear whispers of brown, As nature prepares to settle down. Birdsong softens, a gentle refrain, The melody changing, a bittersweet strain.
Butterflies flit, with wings brushed with flame, Last dances before the season's new name. Dandelions scatter their feathery white, A promise of change in the fading sunlight.