Saturday, October 07, 2006

Summer

The golden sun in the morning
A warm breeze
An early morning walk
Fade like the mist

Camp with its kids
Golden laughter
The song of bannas
Memories mere echoes

Brilliant sunsets
Time with friends
Discovery
Set as prematurely as the sun
With oncoming winter

And so it ends
As frost bites the flowers
Black clad in sorrow
We bid you adieu
Goodbye summer, we shall miss you

Michael
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By the grace of God
Job.33.23-28

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