Nostalgia is a painful thing sometimes
When the summer is over,
Let’s accepted the unacceptable
I cannot imagine an autumn without golden leaves
A summer without the hot blasting sun
or the midst of a budding romance,

Autumn without the leaves slowly falling
To the ground,
while the cold breeze nibble our brows
No warmth from the sun:

Mother Nature the grief we feel
your unalterable changes of your teaching
Once again you have won this round
Is that your voice I heard in the distance wind?
It has been a wonderful summer this year my friend
I will continue to meditate on your words,

In a time of temptation, with no fault of my own
My summer romance is over
Early to bed, and early to rise
Followed by a hot cup of fresh mint tea
Until we meet again…..
summer of 2015