As I lay there, I realized that only a month or so ago, the sun would have been peeking over the eastern horizon, the birds would have started their morning wake up songs and the day would be starting.
But this morning, at 4 am - all was quiet, the still dark eastern sky shows not even a promise of light and the birds - well they were still doing whatever birds do during the nights.
So now it is 5:30 am - I have had two cups of coffee, sorted some pictures on the computer, checked some blogs and tried to think of something exciting to add to my blog (which has sat neglected for a month now).
As I looked around for something "blog-worthy", I noted that at 5:30 am on August 8, the eastern sky is just beginning to turn light. The crows - certainly the loudest of the song birds - have started to awaken from their roost in the bush behind our house.
So I began to think about summer's waning. It seems somewhat unfair that the longest days begin in the dark, cold winter and for the next six months, one hardly even is able to enjoy and appreciate the lengthening light. We sit huddled against the cold for four - even five of those months and try to cram all summer's enjoyment into one short month before the clock turns and the days begin their backward jaunt.
It is with a sense of melancholy that one realizes that the heat of the day has an underlying coolness and predicts fall - and winter - is around the corner. Some, like the Hunter - look forward to the fall, others - like myself - feel sad that another summer has flown by and soon we will be huddled again inside the house watching the days lengthen towards summer 2008.
So as I watch the eastern sky turn pink with the promise of another summer day, I note with sadness, summer's waning by the hands of the clock.
Last of the summer
Oh! What a bummer!
The last of the summer
The sun smiles with a final glimmer
There goes the summer charmer
Winter sneaks in like a new comer
While I, the dreamer will focus only on the former
Oh! What a bummer!
The last of the summer
The weather deceptively seems warmer
Amongst those not led on are the farmers
Leaves blossom on but not for long
Winds stay calmer and in time blow strong
Shorter days and longer nights
The last of the summer is my plight
Forgotten roses and barren trees
The missing buzz of the bumble bee
The last of the summer is about to flee
Smiling cheerful faces and beautiful places
And away goes the usual beach crazeUntil the sun decides to resurface
The last of the summer has ended its race
Oh! What a bummer!
It is the last of the summer
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