Summer's Done In Michigan

By the thick coat of morning dew covering the grass

and by the sight of my breath before me for the first time this season,

I can see summer is ending in Michigan.

By the sudden coolness of the evening breezes

and by the mildness of the mid-day sun,

I can feel summer is fading in Michigan.

By the flocks of geese honking in the air

and by the shouts of children playing in a school yard vacant since last spring,

I can hear summer is leaving Michigan.

By the way the darkness arrives earlier in the day

and by the sight of sweatshirts saying Go Green or Go Blue,

I know that summer is done in Michigan.