Well, well, well.
Here we are again.
At sunset today Summer will officially end and Autumn will begin.
Of course Texas hasn’t gotten the memo yet. But she will. Eventually.
In the mean while let us enjoy every day and acknowledge the pending change.
Summer Adieu
It’s out of the flip-flops and back in the Reeboks
and long pants dug out of the dust
So long to the tank tops, bikinis and cut offs
and lawn chairs left lying to rust
Adieu to the sand dune, the pelican and plain loon
My loves, we’ll see you `fore long
Leaves drop as trees swoon, long past the crop moon
With the scent of a sweet autumn song
Let’s all take a big swill to ward off the night chill
Winter’s a season away
Crank up the camp fire; avoid the ole quagmire
With children perched high on the hay.
