"The summer days are fading, as they must
From endless hours to short and fleeting light
The bird's once bright, immortal tune, now cries
A melancholy aura to the dusk
The children fiercely climb, and dream, and race
Before their wild and unchained days depart
And yet beneath the zeal lies a half heart
For there isn't time, there's only enough space
The sun seems low, a hazy orange sphere
Now reminiscing sweetly of the days
When endlessly before you summer lay
And as in the deep, crimson dusk you stir
Your soul joins with the birds in wistful brood
Crying for lost summer days, for childhood."
~~ Shannon Georgia Schaubroeck, The End of Summer
2 comments:
I love all these pictures! The cattail and bird feathers are my faves :) The poem fits these pictures perfectly! It's kind of sad to see summer go. I'm counting down the days until spring and garden.
Sad little poem! I love it, though! Nice pics!
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