4 September 2017

In the end of summer

It is still too hot during the days.
It is still so good to swim in the lakes.
It is still a light-hearted butterfly.
It is still the sun-bleached blue summer sky.

The scent of the air has already changed.
The summer photos are already framed.
We have warmer colours and cooler nights.
We have longer shadows and deeper lights.

And everything whispers about the fall.
The birds are on way obeying the call.
This is now the summer's farewell kiss,
Sweet lazy sparkling days, you will be missed.