The last of the asters bloom

All but spent.

It’s been happening too fast

Since…

The oaks were brilliant

As they surrendered to fall

But I can hardly remember.

The aspens were brilliant

But I wasn’t ready to see them turn.

I try to take in the waning warmth

Left in fall

Since,

Snow dusted peaks warn.

But the present is lost

Since,

Our Goodbye.

RBrashears 2016