Poetry: "End of Summer"

Go and search for white May blossoms,
Drifting, clinging, everywhere,
Go and search for June's red roses,
While their fragrance fills the air,
Go and search for garden flowers,
In hues so bright and gay and fair,
Go and search for golden sunbeams,
Darting, slanting, past my door,
September's here, and summer's over,
Go and search no more.

-Mary Marcella Mayock circa 1993