Three sad harbingers of autumn's coming shade this lovely day.
The sun's no longer blazing in a densely humid sky.  Instead,
It shines down harmlessly through desiccated air.  The cornfields,
Green just yesterday, have started turning brown.  Their laboratory
Genes demand they all begin to die at once, and, suddenly,
It doesn't seem like summer.  In the coming weaks, the heat will
Rise up now and then.  The air will thicken once again, 
But nothing can revive the corn, and, soon, the soybeans, also
Cloned, will yellow.  After that, the trees, and I, who's most
At home in summer, will be cast most rudely into fall.