Good-bye Summer
Good-bye Summer, with your days filled with light and heat,
your green lushness, blue blue skies, and colorful flowers seen on the side of the road.
Good-bye to the sounds of children’s carefree laughter, the buzz of bees, cicadas, and birdsong.
Good-bye to the smells of freshly mowed grass, roses, and hamburgers grilling mixed with the smell of gunpowder on the 4th of July
Good-bye to the taste of iced tea on a really hot day, of peaches fresh from the farm, of cotton candy at the summer fair.
Good-bye to the feel of cool grass between my toes, to the sunshine on my skin, the thump of a thunderstorm felt in the bones.
Good-bye Summer, with your nights filled with mystery and warmth,
your dark velvet comfort, star filled skies, and fireflies under the trees..
Good-bye to the sounds of frogs at twilight, cricket song, and the music of distant parties on the lake.
Good-bye to the smell of honeysuckles through the bedroom window, gas fumes mixed with food smells as I drive down Roan Street with my windows down, and the wet freshness of an over night rain.
Good-bye to the taste of blackberries picked that day, milkshakes made with much laughter and messiness, and a chilled Riesling after dinner on the deck.
Good-bye to the feel of cool sheets after a hot day, cool breezes from off the lake, the drowsiness felt after a hard days work in the yard.
Good-bye Summer.
Good-bye Summer, with your days filled with light and heat,
your green lushness, blue blue skies, and colorful flowers seen on the side of the road.
Good-bye to the sounds of children’s carefree laughter, the buzz of bees, cicadas, and birdsong.
Good-bye to the smells of freshly mowed grass, roses, and hamburgers grilling mixed with the smell of gunpowder on the 4th of July
Good-bye to the taste of iced tea on a really hot day, of peaches fresh from the farm, of cotton candy at the summer fair.
Good-bye to the feel of cool grass between my toes, to the sunshine on my skin, the thump of a thunderstorm felt in the bones.
Good-bye Summer, with your nights filled with mystery and warmth,
your dark velvet comfort, star filled skies, and fireflies under the trees..
Good-bye to the sounds of frogs at twilight, cricket song, and the music of distant parties on the lake.
Good-bye to the smell of honeysuckles through the bedroom window, gas fumes mixed with food smells as I drive down Roan Street with my windows down, and the wet freshness of an over night rain.
Good-bye to the taste of blackberries picked that day, milkshakes made with much laughter and messiness, and a chilled Riesling after dinner on the deck.
Good-bye to the feel of cool sheets after a hot day, cool breezes from off the lake, the drowsiness felt after a hard days work in the yard.
Good-bye Summer.
2 comments:
ah well, there is always next year, right? People who look forward to fall and God forbid, THE HOLIDAYS, boggle my mind.
Thank you over
much
for your e-mail. And of course, you are right, exactly who I was thinking of...and you mention her on your side bar...I feel the fool.
Oh well. not the first time, for sure, a feeling I know well, hee hee.
Later chickie :)
Lisa
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