End of the Ball

locusts are singing at summers last ball
evening shadows deepen beckoning to fall
summer tho lovely with soft lazy eyes
no match for falls glorius tints and dyes

she arrives at the dance in shimmering hues
a grandioso entrance wearing dancing shoes
jewels of soft lemon adorn her attire
complemented reds the artist will inspire

alas she stays at the dance too long
tempting the wind to play one final song
her finery slips and falls to the ground
a silhouette in the sun..tis all to be found