Summer fades to winter days

I feel the chill in the air as summer starts to fade away
I see farmers harvesting their old crop to hay
Golden bales sit in fields waiting to be  taken away
And meanwhile the sun starts setting
Creating pastels in the sky of oranges and purples
And of hues of pinks and blues
Like a cadenza of colour and a symphony of shades
It's like the sky is on fire and looks ablaze
As farmers watch the sky to check what comes the next day
Red sky at night is their delight
But in the morning it sends shivers of warnings
I feel the summers ending I sense winter is dawning
Then a flock of geese in formation like a squadron cross the sky
Heading off in noisy ensembles heading to warmer climbs
I too seek warmth within the comfort of my mind
But I am still dumbstruck by the view within my eye
As I sit and watch this picturesque masterpiece
Being created by natures elegance and grace
I let myself just be carried and floated away
While on these big round bales of hey
And as I do summer fades into winter shades.