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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