ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

One more for today. August brings thoughts of the end of summer. The great American Get Together is now underway. The State Fair always signals the change of a season. Solomon in all his glory, talked about the seasons and how each one served a purpose – a time to reap and a time to sow. Days pass quicker when we grow older. Our datebooks are filled with doctor appointments, dental, orthopedics, neurologists, urologists, and any other kind of ologist you can think of. We’re also trying to keep track of time, but often have to ask what day it is. It isn’t necessarily because we’re addled. It’s simply because our brains have gone beyond the expiration date.

Summer is one of our shorter seasons, but we try hard to pack as much into those three months as possible. Take a little time to sit back and enjoy the change. Soon the landscape will be filled with glorious colors and crisp, fresh air. Until then just breathe.

Summer days are quickly fleeting,  Soon the air will shift and blow,

Heat gives way to colder weather, and we’ll see the white of snow,

While we wallow in the beauty of these last remaining days,

We can store up tons of memories in the morning misty haze,

As the flower’s breath is shortened, as the days have lost their length,

Soak in every single second, of the sun’s most glorious strength.

As the blooms arrayed in glory, soon will wither and will die,

Life is short but doesn’t waiver, when you’re in the Master’s eye,

He will carry us through seasons, beyond death we will endure.

Death has no dominion oe’r us, our redemption is assured.