I am sad, as usual, to see September arrive. Summer is by far my happiest time. I enjoy every bit of everything it offers and try and absorb every second- from Memorial Day until that very last degree of warmth disappears. I can happily say, that I succeeded at that this summer and still have a few more weeks of possible last-minute beach days and cookouts. I took these photos this weekend of my daughter on the farm property behind our house, she's just so happy to run and be free.
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
By: Shannon Georgia Schaubroeck
