Packed and corded, yellow umbrellas stand tall

No longer unfurled, summer’s welcomed the fall

Lunch tables now empty, no suntan to get

The ocean’s still calling, but I’m not getting wet

It’s much too chilly to hang out, on the beach

The warmer days are gone, they’re all out of reach

And the breeze off the water, is icy and cold

How dare you, dear autumn, must you be so bold?

No boats on the water, no seagulls flying high

Down at the shore, I watched summer flying by

September Writing Prompt – Yellow Umbrellas – Day 26/30

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