Summer

Well, I haven't been here for a long time, but I guesss most of you slow up in the summer, with the exception of Ben K, who, I congratulate you, manages to blog on a fairly regular basis. Anyways, this summer has gone way too fast. I mean, August is almost over. It went scarily fast, although time is relative, so some of you probably had the longest summer of your lives. Anyways, it was a packed summer. Which is good. And now, an ode to the passing of summer.

The green is failing from the trees
The air no longer brings the sound of bees
The earth is rolling on it's bed
Better slam a toque onto your head

The air is getting colder
And Jack Frost is getting bolder
No longer must he fear
The sun's heat that sears

Now the leaves are falling
And raked piles are calling
Sitting for you to jump on
To discover a slug on your thumb

The snow is falling now
Under it's weight naked trees bow
You slip and whack your head
You awake in your bed

And think "Where did summer go"
"When did it start to snow"
"I don't remember that patch of ice"
"Boy, hot chocolate is nice!"

Thank you