By Mongoose Van Dunkelschreiber
I'm waiting for the turn.
When glistening greens become radiant reds,
Or perhaps oriental oranges, and yummy yellows,
When the world becomes a painting to sit and enjoy.
I long to hear the crunching under my feet.
How I yearn to breathe not a drop of water with my fresh air.
Oh I love to walk and feel the breeze bathe my face.
How soothing, that sound of rain tattering amongst the rainbow leaves,
How refreshing it is to sit on my porch, and feel the moistened gusts.
It makes me want to run out and splash in the puddles,
And dance like star girl, my cloths now drenched in mud.
Yes I'm waiting for the turn,
For me summer is over and done.