The End of Summer

At the end of summer as the days light grows shorter, I’ll pack up the last pains of trouble, and live every tranquil Moment of splendors warmth that I can! In the burnet rays of sunshine, I’ll walk serenities beach soaking Up the sunsets, and drinking them within deeply, the color palate Array as it splashing against the distant horizon! Listen dearest friend can you hear the waves lapping, playfully Snapping at the boulders of the lake, as the rippling white tides, Seamlessly rush against the sandy shores! In the city parks the grills sizzle with the smells of masque, As children’s laughter fills the echoing woods with the sounds Of childhood frolic, and the smoke of gray deliciousness calls To their inner scenes of hunger! Sometimes I’ll go and just watch them, and remember those simpler Days when I was young myself, what a time of true wonderment that Was so many years ago, I can almost hear my mother’s voice calling me, Saying it’s time for dinner, back then in those far faded shadows not So long ago, but it is the end of summer now! The Canadian geese are flying south for the winter, Stopping by for a refuel not far from the many ponds, and lakes Nearby, how I wish I could join in those led lines so close to heaven, To behold the magic they’ve seen on their many adventures of flight! Many leaves begin the slow change of colors, soon autumn will be Darning a new gown of splendors magnificence, my camera lens Will shutter and click, to capture the wondrous changes That Mother Nature exposes to the eyes of humanity! In my photo album of seasons, I’ll look backwards and Remember these special times of natural glory, The quiet walks of solitude through the wilderness, Those moments of special tranquility in the stilled hush Just before sunrise! Listening carefully, I can almost hear the songs of the morning Sparrows awakening the birth of a new days dawning, As it rustles in the forest pines, at the end of summer, These are the vivid visions I will maintain always! The chill in the winds tells me it will soon be here, And the wintery white powder hangs heavy within The autumn air! Oh why does summer have to end so quickly? My heart wishes it would last forever and a day, But at least I have my pictures of beauty to remind me, Of those light hearted days gone by, until the next Year’s warmth caress my face once more. I’ll sit here in my easy chair of remembrances, turning my Pages of freeze frames photographs, and tenderly Drift backwards into thoughts of warmth and laughter, Enjoying these memories of the end of summer’s reflections! BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN WRITTEN FOR MY DEAR FRIEND: Kathy Ling