Almost gone

Under a green wave,
hidden and nearly submerged,
are summertime blues.

Process is progress

Summer to autumn—
transition is natural,
just as human life.

In captured moments,
yearns human, naturally,
hopes to make time—still.

show’s over
take a bow
well done, autumn

P.S: I might have developed a certain obsession for the lake.

Like dregs of coffee

in an empty pot—lingers

on trees, autumn sun.