The End of Summer

Once again I’ve let the summer slip

away through my fingers

like sand falling on a beach.

The sun falls behind the trees

and the sky is painted red

an impressionist painting

I can’t forget – the promise

of another fine day ahead.

There’s not a whisper of wind

just the birds singing up above

as a robin hops into sight.

In the distance, black clouds

gathered, hovering menacingly –

a threat of what’s to come

as the light fades away,

another day nearly gone.

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There is a crispness in the air

that wasn’t there before.

A mist hovers over the tree tops

and the grass blades tremble

with the heavy dew.

Remnants of summer linger, scattered

throughout the garden, while hounds

bark in the distance, down in the heart

of the valley. Autumn awaits

and summer is but a distant memory.

 

Summer Nostalgia: Swimming

The last of these summer nostalgia posts as we roll, sadly, into Autumn. 


Our hair is dripping wet. The smell of chlorine sticks to our skin. We wear old t-shirts over our swimsuits and we are constantly laughing and smiling. We run around, jump into the water, scream and shout. The days are endless. They go on forever. We swim into the night. And sleep with our hair still wet, soaking the pillow as we fall into deep sleeps.