Summer slips into Fall
Like a leaf floating down a creek.
Sometimes smoothly, sometimes harsh
Seasons will continue their march.
Like it hot, like it cold?
Ne’er forget the ‘tween seasons –
Spring’s green, Fall’s gold.
Summer coolly slips away,
In comes the Fall.

Very appropriate for this time of year and the poem matches the photograph perfectly. Tweeted.
Glad you enjoyed the poem (smile).