I know its a bit early but it seemed to match kats thought..
CYCLE

The night weeps gentle tears for the dying day
leaves in mourning again
the season of dying upon us
almost without warning
seems only yesterday it was flowers all the way
promising a bright tomorrow
in its sparkling April showers
and now blackberries, in black,
burying the year
a breath at a time.

Harvest moon and first frosts
Octobers icy breath announces
Funeral games for Samhain
Christians "All Hallows" but its
worth is known to ancient Celts
burying the Sun
like gold 'till Spring
can summon it forth
with Beltane fires.

But now rain, punctuating the summer
comma, colon: stop.
Quiet and unrelenting
at the edge of thought
time, bleeding down the window,
invites the eye back
into the past.

To dwell on how things were
or might have, or might, still be.
Resist diversion,
Time is now,
and now is all you have
and rain is only rain,
and Autumn
glorious and real
and here.