Summer Before Fall

The end of summer is near. 
I sit in the shade out back
and listen to the last
of the summer sounds.
Noises of insects sounding
like frogs in the afternoon.
Kids are walking home
from school, leaves are 
preparing to change
colors soon. What to do?
Nothing but observe
the small airplane flying
overhead before 
reminding myself 
it is best not to 
move my head.