Fall never came

I forgot that seasons change.
This cool breeze
on this fair morning
announces Fall,
the arrival
of senescence
and promises the multi-hued end
to a green summer.

An end to the scorching sun
and the beginning of harvest
this morning promises.
This morning I feel,
but I don't believe;
for, within, the summer of your love
of verdant shade
and searing burn,
rages on still.