Sunday, July 11, 2021

Poetry Sunday


Summer nowadays is a lot hotter than it used to be, when I used to spent entire days outside without melting into a puddle of elderly goo. But it's good to remember the joy of those sweet summer days that future generations may never enjoy thanks to the changing climate ...

Sweet Summer Days
by Dennis Caraher

The summer sun is nearly done
Frost will follow soon
Asters and chrysanthemums
Light up the afternoon

The dew is on long after dawn
Mornings are a haze
One swallow's song is holding on
In these fading sweet summer days.

We flew across the ocean
Some fell into the sea
God will choose what we will lose
Though we may disagree

We come here to be mended
That we may find our way
We pray that there's redemption
In these fading sweet summer days

Summer months comfort us
The sun comes with sustenance
We live for its lingering light

Days slip away from us
Katydids and crickets hush
We drift into lengthening night.

We were once our children
Too soon they will be us
All they ask, a simple task:
"Remember how it was".

We hold them close, we let them go
We watch them fly away
And if we trust, they'll come to us
In these fading sweet summer days

Stars they are innumerable
We'll never know them all
But nature's not immutable
Every star will fall

And one day, I'll return to thee
And all that will remain
Is the beauty and the certainty
of these fading sweet summer days 

Have a good day and enjoy the rest of your weekend. More thoughts coming.

Bilbo

2 comments:

allenwoodhaven said...

Nice. Best lines: All they ask, a simple task: "Remember how it was". Glad to have read this; thanks!

Mike said...

As kids, we learn to love summer because schools out. That feeling takes a long time to fade. Hopefully, it fades before we turn into a 'puddle of elderly goo'. (Nice new saying to start throwing around. It needs to be in the Urban dictionary.)