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End-of-summer blues

This time in mid-August I always become acutely aware that summer is

drawing to an end. It is darker in the morning, dusk falls earlier. The

cicadas’ drone brings back a lifetime of memories of back-to-school

shopping and State Fair visits. A familiar dread of the march of time

towards winter takes hold.

In the work/life balance of things, I give special weight to the life

part now, and try to grab hold of every moment possible. So enjoy this

beautiful poem, and try to take time in the next few weeks to savor

this singular, sweet, fleeting time of year.

The summer days are fading, as they must

From endless hours to short and fleeting light

The bird’s once bright, immortal tune, now cries

A melancholy aura to the dusk

The children fiercely climb, and dream, and race

Before their wild and unchained days depart

And yet beneath the zeal lies a half heart

For there isn’t time, there’s only enough space

The sun seems low, a hazy orange sphere

Now reminiscing sweetly of the days

When endlessly before you summer lay

And as in the deep, crimson dusk you stir

Your soul joins with the birds in wistful brood

Crying for lost summer days, for childhood