ICollection of poems to comfort the soul

End of July~

I can already feel the winds of fall

Coming from somewhere, I recall

I just might have seen a leaf swaying

Slowly, tenderly, landing on the grass, landing

Still, there was the smell of green and moist leaves

Pollen that just makes me sneeze

Some leftovers of summer are still here

For all of us to enjoy, before busy is near

Jumping on the grass, I hug it and lay

It's a soft, perfect place to watch the stars, I say

Still, there are many flowers blooming, roses too, I hope

I don't want this moment to end just yet

Hold on, grab the blankets above me, stay set

Squeeze it tight, don't want the clock to tick