Waiting for autumn to show its face,
The heat of the summer it will replace.
The changing leaves they sit atop,
Multi-colored before they drop,
To float to the ground with grace.
The air gets crisp with just a trace,
Of the heat of the summer in this place,
And very soon they will make the swap,
Waiting for autumn to show its face.
For the Earth is ready to slow its pace,
Slowing down from summer’s warm embrace,
Readying itself for the first raindrop,
Knowing it’s time for the heat to stop.
The poor scorched Earth it will erase,
Waiting for autumn to show its face.
6/1/14 TLA
*First attempt at Rondeau poem
