end of a spring

it's the end of a spring:
summer's arrived with her golden fruit
and colored afternoons of lusty heat.
do you notice the silence of days growing long
without a whisper to warn you
they're coming closer together?


it's a long, sunny day
of a short, only summer
and i watch perched on this waiting wind
and i greet your end of a spring with
a strange sadness for lost green things.