I’m getting giddy as the summer fades

I’m getting giddy 
as the summer fades
into  yellow fall, 
and the sky father 
grants me the comfort 
of storing his favor 
on my tongue- 
enough to close my eyes 
and know that it will last 
for the coming snow,
the clean pure white that 
will eventually evaporate as one 
in the hibernating warmth 
always underneath.