The Summer's End

By A. Borealis

At the end of the summer, I leave my room and rush to the yard

An arbor of glowing green vines decorates the path

I slump in the tall, crisp grass

Flowery tendrils brush against my face

I cry softly to myself, wishing the summer wasn't over

I am alone and at peace with the world

I snuggle closer to the warm earth

Smiling, I fall asleep, hugging the moment closer to me, hoping it will never end