Take back thy fall leaves on the ground
Take back thy colors all around
Take back thy pumpkin spice latte
Take back thy apple scented days
Take back thy scarves, thy boots and coats
Take back thy caps (you know, eh, toques)
Take back thy cool nights bright with moon
You come too quick, you come too soon
Take back thy school bus rumbling through
Take back thy chill morns wet with dew
Take back thy pumpkins, gourds and wheat
Take back thy cheers and football cleats
Take back this season, though but fair,
’Tis not the time for autumn’s prayer
I need more heat and pool and sun
More golden days beg to be spun
Give me sloth and hair that's wet
I'm not done with summer yet
But in four weeks, come back, thou fall
Your glory, then, I welcome, all
Just kindly sibling winter ditch
That season really makes me twitch
My sincere apologies to dear friends who are real poets, but that picture at the top is one I took on Labor Day - the sumac are already turning crimson. Thus, passion was unleashed, and this ditty was born.
I laughed and laughed and laughed. And sighed. Around here Fall is just a three week prelude to the season that shall not be named. So I could use with a LONG summer. It will be SORELY missed.
ReplyDeleteI kinda feel like a traitor saying this but... your ode to summer made me even more excited for fall. :)
ReplyDeleteSooooo...you're saying you already miss summer? ;)
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