september's around the corner

and it feels like summer is over

the temperature hasn't changed

yet somehow i feel colder

summer's flying by

i can feel it every night

and the light

it carries with it

is passing with the time

and soon the moon will climb

more than the sun will shine

and the flowers will die

replaced by a blanket of white

summer will get smaller and farther

until i forget what it felt like

the days become harder and darker

until spring melts the ice

but by that time

it'll be too late

i'll be too winter numb

to feel summer great

i'll reminisce

about summer's good times

as i try

to revive

the part of me that died

when summer flew by.