Final Summer Days

i can feel
it slipping

moment by
moment

as the leaves
turn orange

and slide on
air currents
spiralling towards
fall

and
dying into
winter

hold my breathe
as
seconds crunch
under my feet

dead and
dying,

crumbling in my
fingers

let them drift
away and hope
that even though
they're gone,

maybe,
maybe,
the scent
will

remain