Changeover Day

Where did August go?
Rushing out the door,
embracing September,
taking picnics, beach balls
and bank holidays with her.
The flirting over,
a kiss of summer
evaporates
into morning mist.

September,
with his chestnut tan,
breezes in, 
putting our house in order.
He gathers in the harvest
and hangs heavy curtains,
as we sigh at the
inevitability
of winter guests.