summer passing

summer passes
as witnessed by
the passing of these
clouds
pressing their pitter-patter
drops of rain scattered
upon my roof.

i listen as rains
fall
like autumn
peeking around the corner
sneaking up on the equinox,
equating time's passage
with the passing of the torch:
the sun descending
steadily
seeking the lowest horizon.

ah, but it is a fair time,
a sigh between breaths.
the parched earth
drinks a toast
and bids good night
to the glories of the long day,
filling her cup
with the full sky
falling
as it is now,
stretched across the lengthening
night.