I just got off the phone with an old friend of mine, Summer. It feels like forever since I last heard from her. Lately I've really started to miss her. Summer is always so warm and happy. I asked her if she could come back, maybe stay for just another month or so. But unfortunately, my pleads were not able to persuade her. When the leaves fell and the bully winds came, Summer got the urge for going. So I guess she had to go.
Summer left me and now I'm freezing. It isn't even winter and I'm freezing. This sort of feeling isn't pleasing.
Above me, the Canadian geese are flying south. Those lucky ducks. I wish I had wings so I could fly south where it's warmer.
I guess I'll just go inside now. Maybe light a fire in the fireplace and wrap myself up with blankets. And pray that my dear old friend, Summer, decides to come back sooner than later.
I stole the title of this post from Bob Hodge who stole it from Joni Mitchell
The meadow grass in turning brown
Summertime is falling down
And winter is closing in
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