I’ll tell you how the sun rose, –
A ribbon at a time.
The steeples swam in amethyst,
The news like squirrels ran.
The hills untied their bonnets,
The bobolinks begun.
Then I said softly to myself,
“That must have been the sun!”
But how he set, I know not.
There seemed a purple stile.
Which little yellow boys and girls
Were climbing all the while
Till when they reached the other side,
A dominie in gray
Put gently up the evening bars,
And led the flock away.
It’s the start of a new week, and now that school is officially in swing, I feel like summer has said its last good-bye. Gone are the lazy afternoons by the pool, with watermelon and summer drinks. The days of shorts and flip flops and BBQ’s and late night dance parties in the backyard. It’s a new chapter, full of flashbacks to old ones too. “Remember when..?” we say to each other. “Remember when..?” we’ll say down the road. These past few days have held so many beautiful memories, the dug-up letters from freshman year, the countless notes we wrote that could probably have single-handedly kept the sticky-note business thriving; the quotes on walls, on journal covers, in notebooks. And people barging into practice rooms to ask about anything and everything. Hold these moments, I tell my mind, don’t forget.
I have more summer things to catch up on (Denver and Boulder adventures to come soon!), but for now, here’s a poem for Monday, and a promise to write again soon.