Birthday Girl

My birthday comes
When the air begins to cool
When there is dew on morning grass
When the days are hot
When the nights are cold
The stars are rearranged in the sky

A nostalgia settles in this time of year
Ever since you can remember
It's saying goodbye to an old friend
It is the day before you go back to work

Fall with it's New England charm
Is worth it in itself
Who else would experience such fall?
The oranges, the reds, the pinks,
The yellows, the browns, the hot sun
The smell of earth, the damp, the berries,
The culmination of Spring and Summer