I had a whole bowlfull of them here a few minutes ago and now... well, now there are only about half a dozen rattling around in there. A quarter cup of spidery stems are all that remains of the rest of their brothers and sisters. Each one was a small orange globe bursting with tart, sweet, juicy perfection. La!
O satisfy us in the morning with your unfailing love, that we may sing for joy and be glad all our days.
~Psalm 90:14
Saturday, September 06, 2008
Thursday, September 04, 2008
Summer Again
I'm watching the green give into gold
As summer becomes October's cold
Gravity begs
For one final kiss
She drops it to him as she gives in
Traces of light linger around
As laces of white fall to the ground
The softest of sounds for the heaviest things
And the pain that it brings
As she falls I try to catch her
For one last touch of warmth from summer
As one thing leaves to becomes another again
I remember when
Don't remember the day she started to fade
The ground felt a chill as she gave it away
A whisper, a sigh for the time that she passed
But this winter won't last
As she falls I try to catch her
For one last touch of warmth from summer
As one thing leaves to becomes another again
I remember when
Oh, to be with summer again
The days were warm and we wore them like skin
Now I feel the effects of October again
As she falls I try to catch her
For one last touch of warmth from summer
As one thing leaves to becomes another again
I remember when
Oh, to be with summer again
I'm watching the green give in to gold
As summer becomes October's
cold
-The Afters
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