As I gaze through my
I see the cool September rain,
Falling on flower blooms of yellow, pink, and
Ah, too soon it will be Fall,
And the beautiful blossoms, one and all,
Will disappear from my flower bed.
How beautiful the flowers have been!
I could have counted at least ten,
Different colors all in bright array!
Though they soon will be gone,
Lord willing, I can depend on,
Them blooming again one summer day!
However, very soon Jack Frost's icy breath,
Will cast the spell of death,
Upon my colorful summer friends.
So, I must carefully savor them,
Each blossom and each stem,
Ere this beautiful season ends!
As Summer waves goodbye,
I look toward the gray stormy sky,
And watch the clouds rolling in.
And it won't be long I know,
'Til we could have snow!
But, Friend that's the way it's always been.
Robert F. Dotson © 2006