Cheryl Wheeler
Summer's Almost Over
Summer's almost over and I'm crying but I don't know whySentimental old fool, weeping for this blue, blue skyAnd the way the cat is sleeping and the way the garden grewWagging dogs who lick my face and the way I feel for youPaddling in the kayaks, with my sister, through the quiet creekMoon upon the water and the river breeze upon my cheekAnd the way my father shuffles with his courage and his caneAnd the way September bluffs and feints till autumn falls againOh summer's almost over and I'm crying but I don't know whyA party for my birthday and a tractor for my 50 yearsSwallows at their bird play spin and dive above the new mown fieldsAnd a week in Colorado reading books with my best friendAnd the thing I knew I couldn't do and now I know I canWho could help but welcome autumn and the promise of the winter snow?Still there's something sweet and wistful as I watch this lovely summer goBut the sun is sinking sooner and the weeds have won at lastWith the berries on the bushes and the crickets in the grassOh summer's almost over and I'm crying but I don't know why
From Letras Mania