Awaiting the Fall

It happens summer's end -
Plodding homeward almost felled by heat,
I look up - and there it is -
The light of fall.
(Once unshackled from the heat of the sun,
I will sing about it - how I see it in the stones,
In the trees' lengthening shadows)
Those who inwardly yearn for fall -
Where can I find them?
They would understand.
That first sighting of its light
Is the checkpoint of our year.
Behind us - only weeks to go -
The stifling country we had to flee -
All before us - that high cloud vista -
That wind and rain sown land.