When The Summer Becomes The Fall

When the beach weather drops to a blandness,

When the relaxation is kicked out only to be replaced by stress,

When the summer becomes the fall, I'll be closer to winter.

A time less foreign, but much too familiar for my taste.

When the days grow shorter, I'll eschew the haste

to remember anything from a previous time.

My hair's different. My clothes are too.

Maybe even my philosophy.

When the summer becomes the fall,

that later evolves into winter

I'll be the same, only better.