This was the poem for today's Writer's Almanac, and I really like it.
Sweet Summer Days
by Dennis Caraher
Sweet Summer Days
by Dennis Caraher
The summer sun is nearly done
Frost will follow soon
Asters and chrysanthemums
Light up the afternoon
The dew is on long after dawn
Mornings are a haze
One swallow's song is holding on
In these fading sweet summer days.
We flew across the ocean
Some fell into the sea
God will choose what we will lose
Though we may disagree
We come here to be mended
That we may find our way
We pray that there's redemption
In these fading sweet summer days
Summer months comfort us
The sun comes with sustenance
We live for its lingering light
Days slip away from us
Katydids and crickets hush
We drift into lengthening night.
We were once our children
Too soon they will be us
All they ask, a simple task:
"Remember how it was".
We hold them close, we let them go
We watch them fly away
And if we trust, they'll come to us
In these fading sweet summer days
Stars they are innumerable
We'll never know them all
But nature's not immutable
Every star will fall
And one day, I'll return to thee
And all that will remain
Is the beauty and the certainty
of these fading sweet summer days
Frost will follow soon
Asters and chrysanthemums
Light up the afternoon
The dew is on long after dawn
Mornings are a haze
One swallow's song is holding on
In these fading sweet summer days.
We flew across the ocean
Some fell into the sea
God will choose what we will lose
Though we may disagree
We come here to be mended
That we may find our way
We pray that there's redemption
In these fading sweet summer days
Summer months comfort us
The sun comes with sustenance
We live for its lingering light
Days slip away from us
Katydids and crickets hush
We drift into lengthening night.
We were once our children
Too soon they will be us
All they ask, a simple task:
"Remember how it was".
We hold them close, we let them go
We watch them fly away
And if we trust, they'll come to us
In these fading sweet summer days
Stars they are innumerable
We'll never know them all
But nature's not immutable
Every star will fall
And one day, I'll return to thee
And all that will remain
Is the beauty and the certainty
of these fading sweet summer days
