late summer thoughts

-scattered leaves all over the yard
-the chill coming through the window sashes at night
-docks pulled up on to the shore of an empty lake
-pumpkins on my porch
-mums in the market
-school books piled by my bedside
-home-made applesauce
-purple sunsets that take my breath away and put on their show earlier than I like.
-a calender that is filling up way too quickly.

Last year, I wrote a poem about this phenomena.
Would anyone care to add a line of their own?