A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
Ready for the heat to turn cool,
The sun to become kinder,
The water colder.
I’m ready to replace shorts with pants
And t-shirts with comfy sweaters.
I’m ready for the leaves to turn fiery shades and fall to the ground
And for all the pumpkin flavored things.
I love the summer,
Season of play and swim,
But I’m ready for Autumn,
The season of change.
I’m in that same space too.