the first frost
crunches underfoot—
the summer dreams
The poem and was created on August 12, 2024. The two visualizations were provided by the artistic minds of DALL-E & Microsoft Designer.
The End of Summer
There’s this one moment, often on an ordinary day in autumn, when you realize that summer is truly gone. It’s no longer the time of farewell; the color has long since faded from the trees. The leaves have fallen, and the sky lies heavy over the landscape. No trace of warmth in the air, no late bloom left in the garden.
The wind carries no hint of summer anymore; it is cold and distant, and as you notice it, you suddenly feel it: summer is gone. It’s not just the warmth that’s missing, but also the scent of long days, the quiet hum of insects hidden in the tall grass. None of it remains.
You walk through the garden, once overflowing with life, and see only empty beds, bare shrubs. Summer hasn’t just left; it’s been erased—and with it, the lightness, the brightness. All that’s left is the stillness of autumn, heavy and quiet, as if the world itself had grown tired.
It’s no longer a farewell; there is no hope for a return. Only a subtle sense of loss that appears suddenly, without warning. A weighty moment, so still and final that it almost goes unnoticed unless you pause and sense it. Summer is truly over, and life itself seems to have slowed down a step.
Adjectives That Best Fit the Poem
cold, crisp, delicate, fleeting, nostalgic, gentle, quiet, solitary, wistful, tender, brittle, soft, fading, melancholic, serene, autumnal, transient, poetic, shimmering, subtle, frosty, muted, ethereal, reflective
