Poem: End of Summer

I saw the evening sun leaving for the night
The air was cooling in the sky
I saw the clouds pinkish-red instead of white
And wondered how would it feel to fly

The trees were shaking, the sunner was ending soon
The leaves rustled the last song
And when winter would venture into town
I shall wish it will stay forever long

My heart is aching for the month of December
The sweet, soft touch of cold
When the pain in my heart will be soothed
Such potent magic this time holds

The world will look anew as if the veil was pierced
The cave's stone rolling back
The light sneaking in like a mischievous beloved
Leaving a kiss upon my hand