The last days of Summer 
Are fading away
Evenings are longer
Shorter the day.

The warm hazy days
We spent in the sun
Will soon be a memory
When Summer is done.

The flowers in the garden
Are going to seed
The fields are yellow
With the Goldenrod weed.

The leaves on the trees
Have a soft pretty glow
Preparing themselves
For their up coming show.

So as Summer fades 
We look forward to Fall
October, the most 
Colorful month of them all.

Each season a gift
That God sends our way
We know each will pass
For they cannot stay.

And so as our Summer
Fades into the past
Look forward to Fall
It too will not last.

Praise God in His heaven
For each passing day
Enjoy them be thankful
For they will fade away.

Judy Marriott©
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