First day back at school, the air is crisp.
Everyone stands next to the heater
and doesn’t bother to go and play in weather.
Rusty crippled leaves filter from trees then get scuffed by shoes.
Hazy rain faintly drops - you can't hear a sound.
Fractured sticks scatter out like shattered glass
getting trudged on by children's feet.
Feet plunge into depthless puddles,
making minor ripples that collect dirt
and transform them into murky water.
First day back at school, the air is crisp
But there is a hint that summers still here
There are days when autumn blows awayand summer replaces it.