With Labor Day comes the end of summer freedom;
Yellow buses transport their young riders to halls of learning.
Daylight hours shrink ever more and give way to increasing darkness.
Temperatures ride the roller coaster up and down,
The highs slowly sinking down over time
And the lows becoming ever cooler,
Bringing uncertainty some days as to what the wardrobe should consist of.
Sunny days become fewer, and steel-gray clouds billow, bringing cold rains.
Fields are yellow and the farmers labor to bring in the harvest.
Trees are still green, but here and there splashes of color start to appear,
The promise of things to come.
Windows are not as widely or frequently opened,
And days of fresh breezes wafting through the house
Are quickly coming to season’s end.
In these days of transition, we prepare for winter’s icy chill.