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Saturday, September 04, 2010


The leaves, already gilt untimely gold,
declare that cherished summer fleets too soon!

The winds, already prematurely cold;
the sun, already mild at half past noon -
Ah, summer seemed as young as sprightly June!
Too quick the torrid dream flits sadly by!

Too quick I fear the changes steal my youth,
as if my sylvan tresses too, ignite
and litter moor and dale and precipice –
as if they had no other life to lead!

As if a heart were steadfast like the skies
and thoughts were constant as the worthy trees;
as if a futile wish for summer lives –
as if autumnal minds could answer it!


  1. I am so ready for summer to exit the building. :)

  2. I guess while you're ready for the hot Texan summer to end, I'm dreading our horrid Canadian winter! :O


A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.

I say it just
Begins to live
That day.

- Emily Dickinson

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