I'm off for summer's last embrace
where all the contours of my face
will now be seen in every place -
for the clock itself has wings!
Printed into memory
the greens and blues I still can see
and all the folk who look at me -
the earth itself now sings!
Not a farewell tune at all
just a preface for the Fall
soon descending as a call
for red and golden rings.
People in a hurry now
to catch the summer's final bow
with every gift it does allow -
I love these wondrous things!
csr ( Catherine S. Rapicano ) 8/26/07