autumn's cloak

(A quick poem that I typed into my iPhone notes while working outside. A reminder of the quick observations of a gradually changing season between Summer and Autumn.)

Am I the only one who sees

Summer wearing the cloak of Autumn?

Or can you see just as I,

This gradual change of climate and colors?

Or are my eyes deceiving me?

Spiral waves raise from a blistering ground,

and my lungs burn with each breath I take.

Reminding me that it's still Summer.

I’m trying to go somewhere with this

But I lack the warms words of a poet.