By the river,
down.
Water colors
float.
Eyes dip their
lashes in.
Brush strokes
on air
have taken
leave
of summer
heat
bare on breeze.
A blink
splashed flecks
of auburn
and bent yellow
back into
the sun.
Trees kept
leaning, blushing
on the surface.
Gerald the Writer
Poetry, essay, and prose, oh my!
Gerald the Writer 
Nice poem with great visuals.
Lovely brushing of the words ~ So serene as the picture ~
Some day next summer I will be feeling very, very hot, and will be longing for fall to come soon. I will read this poem and…. I will be totally refreshed. I’m sure of it!
Lovely poem!
oh i like much jerry…autumn – and not only what it is but how it feels – in each and every line..
got some color to the picture/words