Swans

There were swans
on the lake.
We thought
about feeding them
even though
the sign said not to.
They probably
weren't hungry
anyways,
and neither am I.
Summer will soon leave us,
waving goodbye with
ice cold winds
that carry
dead brown leaves
across the ground
and my heart.
And, I'll wonder
if the swans
are as cold as I am,
despite my scarf
and coat.